#but maybe this will convince them to do other tests or refer me to a specialist or something

[unintentional-sad-wizard]

Worried that my health stuff might be acting up again augh

[webslingingslasher]

ok but what if some girl would be saying that she slept with frat!peter after some party (where he was with trouble) and stuff like "oh yeah he had me calling him daddy and he's totally not a boob guy" and trouble overhears her and goes to peter with "you would not believe what i have just heard" and joking that maybe she has magic tits or something

you weren't listening.

minding your own business, pouring liquor into plastic cups, and cracking a can of sprite for a mixer; a group of friends crowded behind you. not listening, but certain words poked out more than others.

"he's fucking jacked by the way, it's like when i hooked up with parker."

your blood ran cold, frozen in place you were straining your hearing for each word to follow, if she didn't add more context you'd be shaking peter by his shirt.

a friend gasps, "you did? when?"

oh, not old news?

yeah, when did she?

flashing your eyes to peter, he's talking to someone and not paying attention. you'll kill him.

"like, around the start of the school year?"

oh thank god, he's in the clear.

"okay, well... spill!"

you can't walk away, your feet are glued to the vinyl floor. maybe, you just want to know if peter's telling the truth when he says you're different than the rest.

"ass man all the way, insisted on doggy. big dick, strong game, threw me around a little, had me calling him daddy and everything. not very affectionate though, i don't think he kissed me, actually. and not a lick of a cuddle after, threw my dress at me and said 'need an uber?' but, hey, i'd still do it again."

another friend cackles, "too bad, nate begged him to do a double date and parker immediately shut it down and said, and i quote, 'no. i have a girlfriend. she doesn't want me dating other girls.' kinda sweet if you ask me."

your heart soars, this is the first time he's ever referred to you as his girlfriend. not that you were, at least not officially, but it's easier to explain than what you actually were, and you had no idea what you were. you assume he doesn't either.

their conversation falls into something else, making you feel confident in moving away from the counter with a full cup in each hand, walking straight to the most interesting man of the night.

peter perking up instantly, leaving his friend with a fist bump, meeting you halfway.

"hi trouble, i missed you." a warm kiss placed on your cheek, you can't help the grin while handing him his drink, "hi handsome, i got a question..." you trail your words off and shift your back against his chest so he'd have a clear view of who you're pointing at.

"see that group of friends, do you know anyone there?"

he barely gives them a look over, one harm slung over your waist, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, "no, don't think so."

nudging him, "no, really. look." a sigh, "looking, no one looks familiar." the back of your head hits his chest, "peter, c'mon. please don't tell me you're one of those guys."

"i don't know what you mean! are you testing me or something?"

turning in his hold, a small pout hangs. "you hooked up with one of them. tell me which one and you earn two brownie points."

that changes things, because now peter knows what the mission is and how to identify previous suitors. mind ticking and eyes running over each body in a different way. watching him analyze is interesting. You wonder what he looks for in a hookup.

"the one in the middle. i'm sure of it, but i can't remember her name. I think it started with an 's' or 'v' maybe 'l'?"

"It's whitney," peter cheers his cup on your shoulder, "oh yeah, that's right."

you spin in his grasp, "liar. i made that up." peter pulls you closer, "you're just so convincing, trouble. call me gullible."

humming, you press a kiss to his chin, "she was talking about you, wanna hear?"

"this feels like a trap, i don't like this idea."

"oh, you should. i heard all about you in bed, and how you told nate i was your girlfriend." peter shakes his head, "i think you've been hitting the sauce hard tonight and you're making things up."

shaking your head like a toddler, "nope, i heard the truth about daddy." peter's head is thrown back with a groan, "alright, wow, we're really doing this. what else did you hear?"

"that you're an ass man, and," you sway on your feet and pretend to twirl a stand of hair, a nasally sarcastic tone rips, "you're like so, super fucking jacked. like, seriously so sexy. ugh! with a big dick too!"

peter presses a kiss to your cheek, "thank you for the compliments, baby." another kiss, the corner of your mouth, "even if you're sarcastic." a delicate kiss to your lips, "and a little wrong."

"which part was wrong? she's right, you've got a fucking wrench."

your cup is pulled from your hand, "alright, it's done. we're done."

a whine, "no! c'mon, please, daddy?"

"i'll silence you and you won't like it."

"will it be with your monster coc-"

a hand is slapped over your mouth, "i'll kill you, and won't have a problem with it."

[woodlandwizard77]

A Step by Step Guide to Losing Your D**k

I recently wrote a series of messages to my aunt talking about all the steps I need to do to get bottom surgery, a penile inversion vaginoplasty at Mt. Sinai, in the next year or two. Its a long list. And everytime I added something she had a sort of “wow thats rough” reaction, but to me its just the to do list. So I decided to write them all out.

Start transition DONE

Most insurance companies and surgeons require you to have socially transitioned and have done HRT for at least 1 year at the time of operation

For social transition, this was March of 2024

For HRT it will be January of 2025

Get a referral to a surgeon (I am here)

In my case, Mt. Sinai in Manhattan

My Doctor referred me, but Mt. Sinai takes self referrals

Start laser hair removal

Book a consultation (I am here)

Go to laser frequently enough to satisfy surgeon

Convince Mom and Dad to help out DONE

Get 2 letters

Social Worker (1)

PCP's Office

Social Worker (2)

Mt. Sinai

Get a gender affirmation loan through the local credit union

Work two weeks so I can take in pay stubs

Get a letter from anybody (probably my HRT prescriber

Meet with representative and either open a line of credit or take out a loan

Consultation with Mt. Sinai’s team

Wait 3-6 months (I’m here)

Bring letters

My insurance only requires 2, less than Mt. Sinai thinks insurance will need, and Mt. Sinai provides 1 of them. Meaning the other is through IHS Behavioral

Schedule Social Work pre surgical consult appt

Schedule Mental Health and Medical Clearance with Registrar

Go to NYC for 1-2 nights, maybe for each, hopefully just once

Maybe also for Social Work thing

Consult with Surgeon

Wait until I’ve worked about 12 months to get short term disability

Probably summer (ASAP) and when Mom has time off

Do logistics

Book an airbnb, hotel, etc for recovery

Starting a few days after OR date and lasting a little over a month

Within a 90 minute drive of Mt. Sinai

Rural enough that Mom is comfortable to help and can go home if someone else shows up

Probably New Jersey, maybe Hudson Valley

Has at least 1, preferably 2, separate bedrooms

Has 2 beds

Has ADA accessible entry

Has a kitchen

Has a full bath, preferably and a half

Has internet and preferably a TV

Lodging for Mom + Dad/care team while I’m in OR

Probably 5-7 days

Preferably with a 1-2 day buffer period before OR date (included in the 7 day estimate) so I can enjoy the city

Either within a short walk from Mt. Sinai or on the same subway line as Mt. Sinai

RW, 1, or ACE

Someone to help me get from recovery location to Mt. Sinai while not in NYC

Develop and get list of items needed for recovery

Dilator

Pads

Gowns/loose clothing

Comfort food

Coordinate missing 8-9 weeks of work

Take care with who knows what before I leave

Inform HR, department manager, and work friends whats up

Get cleared for surgery and get an OR date

Probably a 6-12 month date from clearance

Get pre clearance testing through PCP or a lab in hometown

Go to NYC for that if need be

Week Before Surgery

No alcohol, no aspirin, NSAIDs, herbal supplements, or fish oil

Consult for other non aspirin blood thinners (which I am not on)

No alcohol for 3 weeks after as well

Tylenol/Acetaminophen is okay

Go downstate

See friends from NYC?

Bring Mom/Dad?

Do something fun in Manhattan

Get a COVID test

Take an anti-bacterial bath

Day before surgery

Breakfast before 9am

Last meal

Drink Golytely bowel solution around noon

Chemically induced diarrhea

Clear fluids only after golytely

(includes coffee, tea, water, broth, some juices)

Nothing goes in the stomach after midnight

Some medication okay with a sip of water

HRT???

Get surgery (a penile inversion vaginoplasty)

1 to 1+½ days

I’ve heard of as long as three

3-5 day hospital stay

Mom and Dad probably stay in Manhattan then

Go to recovery location

Drive with seat reclined

Stay for 4 weeks, pretty much bedridden

Go to follow ups

Dilate

Go home

Continue recovery for another 2-4 weeks at home

Follow up with PCP

Return to life

[adnauseum11]

Avenue of Approach (John Price x Reader)

Kate tries to pick up where she left off. John plays developments in your relationship close to the vest.

less than 1k words

CW: reference to oral sex

feedback welcome

It takes Kate almost half the night before she can pinpoint what’s different about John. Which annoys her. Which in turn throws her game off. Which annoys her even further when John wins the pot that evening and sticks around to count it out slowly, mirthful in his victory. She decides to exact some vengeance and sharpens her metaphorical blade on his thick skin. 

“Took a while but it finally dawned on me what’s different about you tonight. You might be in the best mood I’ve seen in a year or two, John.”

“mm…depends on which year or two you’re referring to, I suppose.” He says by way of agreement, tapping a small stack of bills into order against the table top. 

“Got anything to do with your lady-friend from last time? Get things, er…moving in the right direction?” Kate asks, having had enough whiskey while sitting around waiting for the game to end to feel braver than she ought.

John tucks his chin into his chest and looks up at Kate with his brows raised, assessing. A familiar look of disapproval slowly settles in to his features. 

“Are you asking to be a friend or to be a sore loser?” John pokes back, nailing Kate in her soft underbelly. Their friendship, hard fought and well tested, a vulnerability for them both. 

His response confirms her earlier suspicions, no matter his half-assed denial. Kate knows him well, and won’t be swayed from her assessment of the situation easily. She’s happy to watch him try, though. 

“John, please. You’re leaving with all my spending cash for the rest of the week, at least cough up some details.”

The corners of John’s mouth twitch as he fights off a smile, his face mellowing again. He can’t summon the energy to be cagey with Laswell, simply in too good of a mood to act otherwise.  

“What did you want to know?” He’s humouring her, tucking the wad of cash that is his winnings into the inner pocket of his jacket.      

“Surely you’ve got her to agree to do more than just kiss you by now?” Kate’s nursing the end of a whiskey, spinning it in her hands while she waits for John to answer. 

“We’re taking it slow, but yes.” He doesn’t elaborate and Kate’s smart enough, even drunk, to not stray further down that avenue. John has to physically start a task or he’ll starting reminiscing about eating his love out on her couch the other night. Her delectable thighs wrapped around his head were not enough to muffle her keening cry when she came on his face and fingers. He starts picking up the playing cards and facing them in the same direction, keeping his hands busy and his brain preoccupied. It works and stymies the beginnings of an erection. Kate’s prying works wonders as an ice bath, too.   

“Thought you’ve known her a long time, why take it slow? Don’t know her well enough yet? Do you think maybe another 20 years ought to do it?” The drink is making Kate mouthy, something she’ll regret tomorrow. 

“Piss off, Laswell. She’s scared to lose something we’ve had for a long time.” John stacks the cards on the table and crosses his arms over his chest.

“How did you two meet?” Kate tries a different tack, asking for details from the past instead of the present. It works, as much as anything ever works on John. 

“She was dating a mate of mine for a while before I shipped out. By the time I got back on my first leave they had broken up.” He kept the fact that his mate had taken to harassing and intimidating her, and that John had broken the lad’s cheekbone convincing him to leave her alone, to himself. Going forward he’d dropped the mate and kept tabs on the pretty bird. He’d yet to regret that choice. 

“And you didn’t get an opportunity to ask her out in the last two decades?” Kate is the embodiment of skeptical. 

“No.” John deadpanned, shutting down that line of questioning. He watched Laswell sulk into her whiskey for a moment.

The truth was, he’d had a front row seat to half of her life. His line of work, and being away as much as he was with no guarantee of return was too much. He knew it would kill a fledgling relationship with her quickly. She didn’t have the temperament for long periods alone, and John didn’t have the heart to ask it of her. He’d promised himself that if he made it to retirement, if she was single by some stroke of luck, he would finally do something about the feelings he’d been harbouring. The rest, as they say, was history.    

Recent history. It had been enough, once upon a time, to know she was out there, doing well in the world. Made it easier to leave, to know it was ultimately keeping her safe, what he did in the shadows. Now, selfish man that he was, he couldn’t sit and watch and have it be enough. He needed more; from her, from their relationship. He was willing to go slow, and like a starving man brought to a feast, it was probably wiser to do so.

“If you’re done, Kate? I’ve got somewhere else to be.” 

He pushed back from the table, swinging his coat over his shoulders smoothly. He gave Kate a smirk on his way past, just to rile her up and was gratified to see it working.

Good. Nosy git. 

[pippin-katz]

Arthur’s Love Confession

The word choice for Arthur’s confession is really… interesting. As many people have pointed out, if you remove the pronouns from the conversation, everything Arthur says can be true for Merlin as much as Gwen.

Here’s the thing: I’m a writer. I’ve said this before, and I’ll keep saying it when it comes to posts like this.

If I was writing a love confession from one of my characters, I wouldn’t have what they say be so vague that it would be unclear who they were referring to when taken out of context.

If you showed this conversation to someone who had no idea who these characters were other than a knight and a servant, it would be completely believable that the knight is talking about the servant he’s with.

Hell, Merlin’s reaction to Arthur being unable to say he’s in love and how certain he is that nothing could happen seems a bit strong considering the conversation is about Gwen, not him. He’s her friend and would understandably try to convince Arthur that they could be together, but the dialogue does it in such a round about, vague way before they get to the point. There’s no reason for them to be vague. They both know full well who they’re talking about.

I suppose I have to say this is an opinion of the writing because I can’t claim that the writers did anything with underlying intentions. It’s just seems strange to me how perfectly the description aligns. Even the lines not here could easily have the pronouns swapped and still make sense.

“How can I admit that I think about her (him/you) all the time? Or that I care about her (him/you) more than anyone? How can I admit that I don’t know what I’ll do if any harm comes to her (him/you)?”

It still works. We can’t prove that Arthur thinks about Merlin all the time, but there’s a damn huge amount of evidence that he cares for him deeply and can’t handle him being hurt. Anyone wanting to argue with me on this, go watch The Poisoned Chalice again, which is the FOURTH EPISODE by the way.

Other than that iconic episode, there’s plenty of other things. He doesn’t let Merlin drink the “poison” during the test at the labyrinth. He denies any accusations of him having magic whenever they come up, which is because he genuinely doesn’t believe he has any, but it also has to do with the fact that he would be executed. He always protects him in dangerous situations and tells him to run when things get too dicey. We all know how he acted when Merlin was believed to be dead.

Like I said, it’s weird how well the lines match up. And Arthur looks at him like this before the conversation:

And like this after this conversation:

Maybe I’ve just never had a “true bestie” because I have never looked at someone or had someone look at me like that. Arthur looks so flirtatious in that second gif man.

But anyway! That’s just some thoughts I was having about the love confession!

[starlightshadowsworld]

So in Season 5 episode 2 when Fukuchi is at the UN there’s a dude fanboying over his adventures.

He lists several of them off and one of them is “the elimination of hundreds of thousands of subjects of the werecreature experiments in the republic of Kenia.”

Werecreature experiments

We know of one werecreature and we also know he was experimented on as a child. Granted Shibusawa seemed like he was doing his own thing for Fyodor.

So this could’ve been a separated thing or related but either way it has to have involved Atsushi, right?

You don’t just throw out the phrase ‘werecreature experiments’ and not have it be related to the only werecreature in the show.

Especially not the main character.

And while it was the orphanage, we know Atsushi has survived multiple attempts on his life as a child.

As for Fukuchi he was planning to kill him on that boat prior to Akutagawa showing up. And then tried to convince Akutagawa to kill Atsushi.

Perhaps to finish the job he started all those years ago.

If Atsushi was involved in these experiments his parents could’ve also been test subjects as other weretigers. But they could’ve also been scientists.

And that’s what the headmaster was referring to when he said by the ‘this doesn’t even count as abuse when compared to your parents.’

Like yeah im making you nail your own foot to the floor but at least I didn’t make you a monster. Because yeah these these experiments could’ve been what gave him his ability in the first place.

Maybe Atsushi was one of if not the only successful experiment. Fyodor wants him alive after all and him being the guide is because of his ability.

Atsushi was abandoned inside a rubbish bag in a bin by his parents. Perhaps the place was attacked by Fukuchi and they were trying to hide Atsushi.

Even if Atsushi wasn’t apart of these experiments, if there were any other weretigers it seems like Fukuchi killed them.

He’s the only werecreature and that’s why the police and the Agency (up until they met Atsushi) thought Atsushi was a normal tiger during his rampage. No one immediately considered he was a werecreature, an ability user because their aren’t any.

As for the location, they may have meant Kenya but it’s possible this place is made up for bsd. It wouldn’t be the first time so there’s also that.

Also that conversation said that many of Fyodor’s exploits were made into movies so just imagine Atsushi having movie night with the Agency and finding this all out.

If his parents were scientists and involved with this then it’s fair to assume Atsushi remembers what they did to him. Given his reaction to Fitzgerald talking about them.

But given his initial trust of Fukuchi i don’t think he knows about his involvement.

Fuck this man really decided he was going to take everyone away from Atsushi, didn’t he?

Shoutout to the wonderful @crowscadence for letting me know about this because I had no idea this was said.

This is now going to rot in my brain for the foreseeable future because what the fuck?! Not to mention the casualness of which this information was delivered.

[lovelynim]

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Honkai: Star Rail - Welt & Caelus

A/N: Second comm to no other than the magnificent @otomiyaa herself!! [crowd cheering noises]. Thanks for being so patient and for allowing me to project dad behavior onto Welt. I hope you like it!!!

Summary: March 7th's plans are always perfect, aren't they? Even if they fail, you can be sure that the outcome won't let you down!

Word count: 1912 words

“Hmmm,” March 7th looked over the little window in the door that led to the Parlor Car. Welt was still sitting in one of the couches, reading or doing something on his phone. “Target spotted,” she chirped excitedly, quickly getting her face away from the window to avoid getting caught.

The girl turned back to look at her partners in crime - Dan Heng, who wasn’t as willingly as her, and Caelus, the new guy who seemed thrilled with their plan. “Ready?” She asked, looking towards the latter. He nodded. Dan Heng sighed. “Then let’s go!”

It wasn’t a complex, heavily prepared plan. Some wouldn’t even refer to it as a plan, in fact. Maybe “prank” would be a better keyword for this whole course of action.

It has been over a week since Caelus boarded de Astral Express and, so far, everything was flowing pretty smoothly. The crew was nice, everyone worked in their own little way to make sure he felt welcomed; there was this hot, dark-haired guy aboard, and Caelus definitely wanted to get closer to him; and even the food was great, except for that ungodly espresso that the navigator made every morning.

But through the past few days, one question had been sitting on top of his head: why was mr. Yang always so serious?

He brought it up with Dan Heng, Himeko and even Pom-Pom, but the simple answers didn’t exactly satisfy his curiosity. Then, Caelus brought it up with March 7th one day, in one of their daily gossip bonding sessions, and that was the moment when she proposed the plan they were currently putting up to practice.

Tested with Dan Heng (against his will) and proved, everyone had a fun side. March knew it. They just needed to find it.

“But what if it goes wrong?” Dan Heng complained, trying to be the voice of reason of the trio - all in vain. Of course there was a plan B and even a C one, March explained while sounding convincing enough, bringing the three of them back to the present.

The Parlor Car’s door opened swiftly, allowing Caelus to walk through while March 7th and Dan Heng watched from the other car. So far, everything was going according to the plan. One step after the other, Caelus made it past Pom-Pom, Himeko and, at the other side of the car, he met Welt.

As always, mr. Yang wasn’t just sitting idly in one of the comfortable couches. Welt seemed to be reading something in his phone - moving the screen closer and further from his face as his eyes worked to read each of the tiny letters. Caelus smiled slightly at that mannerism - so like mr. Yang, he thought.

Still, he needed to focus. He wasn’t there to help Welt change his group chat’s icon or wallpaper. He had a mission. Right.

“Hm? Caelus?” Welt muttered, gently but lacking any sort of emotion. He moved his head up from the phone, looking at the younger guy approaching him with a puzzled face. “Can I help you?”

Caelus froze in the spot. He shouldn’t be noticed so soon, he remembered. “A-ah,” he shook his head. No, it wasn’t time to abort the mission yet - he could still make it, yes! “Hello, mr. Yang!” Caelus chirped, waving his hand.

Not thinking twice, Caelus sat himself a couple inches away from Welt. “What are you doing?” He smiled, swinging his legs and tilting his head, trying to peek at Welt's phone.

The latter sighed, his eyes shifting back to the screen. “I was reading some article about Herta’s Station's latest studies, but these annoying IPC ads keep popping up…” Welt sighed, sounding almost defeated. The frown was just the excuse Caelus needed, which made him nearly beam with excitement.

“Ah, don't be sad, mr. Yang!”

“Huh? But I'm not-”

“Here, I know a way to help you! It's 100% effective!” Caelus’s smile widened, so much excitement that It almost made him sound creepy. “Do you want to try it?” He leaned a bit towards the older man, his eyes nearly sparkling.

Welt couldn’t help but be a weirded out by Caelus’s straight forwardness. With a nervous chuckle, he fixed his position, coughing to clean his throat. “I… suppose so, yes. We can try it out,” Welt nodded, remembering Himeko’s words that they should encourage the “kids”.

Caelus gasped, turning around as he got himself in position. “Ok ok,” Caelus held out his hands in front of his chest, his fingers twitching slightly, ready to strike. Welt’s eyes widened a bit.

“Caelus, wait a secon- AH!”

A pair of hands just made contact with Welt’s knee and side and the sound that came from his lips was enough to freeze both him and Caelus on the spot. 

“Are… you ticklish, mr. Yang?” Caelus chirped, daring to squeeze both spots again and jumping along with Welt when he reacted with a sudden jolt, a restrained chuckle held back in his throat.

“C-Caelus,” Welt groaned, an awkward, crooked smile in his face as he tugged at Caelus’s wrist, trying to dislodge his hand from his side. “What a-are you doing?” His breath hitched, looking at the guy with the corner of his eyes.

Caelus blinked, confused. Right, he should have a proper explanation for that. “A-ahm,” however, he didn’t. “Trying t-to… cheer… you… up?” He smiled, his hand slowly leaving Welt’s knee, but when he tried to pull the other back, Caelus realized that Welt continued to hold him by his wrist. “I see,” Welt nodded, chuckling again - but more scarier this time. Yeah, this was the time to run.

Yanking his hand as hard as he could, Caelus managed to free himself and quickly dashed back towards the Passengers' Car. Through the little window in the door, he could see March 7th’s expression turn towards a panicked one as she spoke something with Dan Heng. 

“O-open the door!” He cried, forcing his legs to their limit. Caelus didn’t dare to look back - that expression on Welt’s face told him everything he needed to know, including the fact that if he didn’t escape, he was done for. 

But sending all his hope down the drain, Caelus watched as both March and Dan Heng’s figures left the other side of the door. He was… betrayed. Those two!! Confirming his suspicions, the door didn’t move when Caelus tried to open it, not in the slightest

That was it, the end of his journey.

Caelus turned around, watching in horror as Welt slowly approached him, step by step. Despite his cries and the scene that just happened, both Himeko and Pom-Pom were seemingly unbothered. So cold!

“M-mr. Yang, wait a moment!” Caelus pleaded one last time, pressing himself against the locked door, his hands desperately waving in front of his chest. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean t- WAHH!!”

An embarrassingly loud squeal escaped his lips when Welt reached him, pushing the back of his knee with his cane and forcing Caelus onto the ground. There, in the corner of the Astral Express’s parlor car, Caelus met his demise.

Or something like that.

Skillful and experienced hands quickly rendered him helpless, pinning one of his arms above his head while the other kneaded into his side. Caelus kicked his legs and planted his heels against the floor, but all for naught. Welt, softly smiling - or smirking, if you will - at him, tilted his head before speaking out loud again.

“This method is, indeed, effective, isn’t it?” He muttered, barely audible over Caelus’s panicked giggles, as he squeezed the guy’s waist with his thumb, rubbing small circles against some patches of bare skin that started showing once his shirt was railed up.

Swatting his free hand towards Welt’s, Caelus thrashed as much as he was allowed to. He tried to pull his arm down and roll away from the tickling that crept up his sides, but nothing seemed to work. “M-mr. Yang! AHAHah, I-I’m sohohorry! Plehehease!!” That traitor, Caelus thought while laughing his head off, March 7th would surely pay for leaving him like this. “I-it’s Mahaharch’s fahAHAhault!”

Welt chuckled, shaking his head as he prodded at Caelus ribs, already having figured this would be something she would encourage. He could deal with her later, though, right now Caelus was the one deserving some attention.

“Is that so?” Welt hummed, freeing Caelus’s arm, but, in exchange, freeing his other hand to tickle the guy’s torso, clawing at his tummy and lower sides, “then why didn’t I see her, hm? Are you trying to blame her instead, Caelus?”

“N-no! It’s noHOHoht that, I swehehear!” Caelus squealed, holding onto both Welt’s wrists to try to stop them from climbing up his sides again. “It was h-heheher ideahaha!! AhaHAHAh!!” Caelus could feel his eyes turning a little watery and his cheeks hurting from smiling, but Welt didn’t hesitate for a single second.

“So you two were working together,” he pointed out, wiggling his fingers over Caelus’s ribs, playing the both sides of his ribcage as some sort of piano - a loud and high pitched one, as a matter of fact.  “Good thing you are getting along, but I’d rather if you were combining your efforts to do something else other than teasing me,” Welt smiled. Despite the soft, gentle tone that carried his words, it was clear he wasn’t going easy on Caelus.

“So, once I’m done with you, I’ll go hard a word with her. Fair enough, right?”

“W-wAHAhahait!” Caelus squeaked like a toy, his elbows pressing against his torso as hard as they could when Welt threatened to go for his underarms. Caelus’s cheeks wore a beet-red tone and his eyes nearly popped up when he felt the incoming threat. He was just an accomplice, a tool in the hand of an evil mastermind. Shouldn’t he be spared?!

No. At least, not in Welt’s view of the situation.

Fingers pressed into Caelus’s ribs, aiming for the higher ones, just below his armpits. It tickled a lot. Welt barely tweaked his fingers and a loud, desperate laugh already broke past his lips. He pressed his head back into the soft carpet and kicked his feet, throwing his legs up before hitting the ground with his heels.

Caelus tried to roll into his side, hugging his poor, ticklish body in a vain attempt of protecting it from the merciless tickling. “M-mr. YahAHAHang, plehEHEHease!! I’m sohOHOHOrry!!” He cried out, feeling his head a little light thanks to the lack of air. 

And just like it started, it was over. The pressure on his body suddenly was gone and, when he realized it, Welt had lifted his fingers. “Alright, I think that should be enough for you,” Welt smiled, getting into one of his knees as he tried to give Caelus some room to recover himself.

“I- hahah, ahh… that w-was a lohot, heh,” the guy wheezed, little tears partially blurring his vision. Caelus looked up in silence as Welt stood back up and reached his hand out to him. “Thanks, mr, Yang,” he smiled shyly as he was pulled back into his feet as well.

“You seem to have had fun,” Welt pointed out, a proud, but small, smirk on his lips. “Now, if you excuse me, I have something to settle with your partner in crime.”

Caelus nodded, watching Welt walk through the nearby door and into the passengers’ car. He sighed.

Mental note: do not mess with mr. Yang. Ever!! 

[fandomfantasyy]

MASSIVE WARNING FOR II 17 SPOILERS ++ INANIMATE INSANITY THEORY ++ ADAM KATZ TWITTER CODE SOLVING !!

i am holding onto way more hope than i should, however, this is a stray theory of mine that im holding onto for said hopes sake.

to those who haven't watched ii 17 yet, PLEASE keep scrolling. i mention just about everything that happened in the episode, and im basically reviewing it at the start. the episode is so much better without any spoilers!!

so, inanimate insanity 17. if you don't wanna hear me blabber on and on about the episode, scroll to the other big text. otherwise i am RANTING i need an outlet. 3:

inanimate insanity 17 was a rodeo. me and my partner had a few straggling theories before we watched it, and a few of them were true. knife did indeed punch cobs, they really did fight, everyone that heard was disappointed to find out they were made by mephone 4.

starting with the majority of the opening sequence, going from memory here, knife's desperation? ow. suitcase's new found paranoia? OW. them doing everything to find out what was wrong was so bittersweet, because you can just tell that they don't know how to stop it and are holding onto to random theories and hope.

nearing more of the middle section, i completely forgot that bow could possess people. made me giggle a bit tbh….. besides that, I HATE COBS HE MANIPULATED MY BABY, TOILET. ☹️ the admission of guilt from mephone 4, only to realize his apology could never speak loud enough almost killed me. lightbulb, fan, and test tube, all dead. the bright lights poly. when toilet told mepad that he understood it wasn't a competition anymore? and when cobs pulled off toilet and begun killing everyone? jesus christ dude (also im a little sad at the lack of extra pronunciation on "your" when paper yelled at salt saying "hes not your boyfriend" as a payjay shipper but....)

more on the end side, the fight convinced me for a damn while. it doesn't make sense to me how one single throw got knife extremely scuffed and chipped, but it's finneee, it's show logic!! :3 anygays. the main painful time. the pull of the plug, prompting toilet to call himself "the best assistant", the way knife put his hand on suitcase to comfort her, the way cobs SACRIFICED MEPHONE X??? dude this show is gonna make me go bonkers.

last but not least, "the show is over," and mephone 4 has no choice but to go back "home" with cobs. ow.

there are still so many questions. the eggs helped power everything, but were they fake? how did mephone 4 find the land he built inanimate insanity on? obviously it isn't fake, he's still sitting on it at the end of the episode. where's 3gs? what about mepad? was mepad made up? too much to answer with too little information.

overall, what a painful episode. it seems like the end, right? wrong.

inanimate insanity is not over. we are getting ii18.

at least, thats my theory. average movie length spans 1½ hours to 2½ hours. us inanimate insanity fans were told that this finale would be as long as a movie. right now, we are only at an hour. i dont remember the last time i watched a movie that was only an hour. they're out there, yes, but i doubt the creators would pray on very short movies to support their angst.

adam katz's teasing on twitter / x, saying that mephone x was after him, only for his account to be seemingly gone or empty? there's no way adam simply quit twitter because he ended his line of work. it's a thing that happens, but i dont think this is that. most of adam's characters in the show died before the plug was pulled. is that a direct reference? i don't know.

as of october 15th, adam seemingly returned to twitter, but instead as the robot from ii17. why would they bring him back suddenly, why would they make this teaser? there's no real, legitimate explanation in my eyes... other than them maybe just wanting to torture us. that, however, is not the point.

continuing on adam robot twitter thing, on his twitter / x profile / status, (idk what it's called i don't use twitter / x,) it says, "Loading a large amount of files... / Estimated wait tim: 2880 minutes, 0 seconds". that directly translates to two days. we're heavily likely to get the true final episode or the trailer of such of ii2 in 2 days.

update for the above. on october 18th, around 3pm EST, a code to decipher was posted. someone in the comments of the twitter / x post said that it was "you seek to know the true reason for such a tragic second season if you decide you want to show more there may be something to restore see .com/insert code". we, the viewers might be bringing the show back.

season one and season three's final episodes ended with a "the end". ii17 did not have this end card. this seems like a very crucial thing that they couldn't just "leave out". after all, why on the most important finale of all of the finales so far, would they leave out saying "the end"? if it's truly the end, they wouldn't leave it with a black screen and a sobbing community. (the last part, maybe, but not the first part.....)

both season one ended with 18 episodes, and season three ended with 19 episodes. season two seems to almost be ending on episode 17. this could go either way, with season two ending with a pattern of 17-18-19, OR, if we're really lucky, 18-19-20. (or we just get an extra 18 or smth idk)

there is a reason why this is only a stray theory of mine. only 6 days before the release of ii17, adam katz and brian koch were saying their thank you's and goodbye's to the inanimate insanity community. it feels like the end of this show is near, if not sadly over now.

overall, i still have hope. but this wont be clear until we either see a ii18 trailer or we dont. i will regularly update this with new information as it gets found by me and my partner. goodbye for now, inanimate insanity community, and good luck.

robot adam's twitter saga.

adam katz's teasing on twitter / x, saying that mephone x was after him, only for his account to be seemingly gone or empty? there's no way adam simply quit twitter because he ended his line of work. it's a thing that happens, but i dont think this is that. most of adam's characters in the show died before the plug was pulled. is that a direct reference? i don't know.

as of october 15th, adam seemingly returned to twitter, but instead as the robot from ii17. why would they bring him back suddenly, why would they make this teaser? there's no real, legitimate explanation in my eyes... other than them maybe just wanting to torture us. that, however, is not the point.

continuing on adam robot twitter thing, on his twitter / x profile / status, (idk what it's called i don't use twitter / x,) it says, "Loading a large amount of files... / Estimated wait tim: 2880 minutes, 0 seconds". that directly translates to two days. we're heavily likely to get the true final episode or the trailer of such of ii2 in 2 days.

update for the above. on october 18th, around 3pm EST, a code to decipher was posted. someone in the comments of the twitter / x post said that it was "you seek to know the true reason for such a tragic second season if you decide you want to show more there may be something to restore see .com/insert code". (credits to @\NickleBFDIA2012 on twitter/x !!) we, the viewers might be bringing the show back.

connecting to that, more hints have already been found. there was a code on cabby's wiki that is decoded to “You want the second key word? These pages are your answer. Next, go to the three time player with the lowest average placement." (credits to @\MeesterTweester on twitter/x !!) this brought the fandom to nickel (i believe), and im not quite sure what it says.

however, i do know one thing. it's been solved, and my theory was proven true.

we will be getting episode 18 of inanimate insanity by late november.

[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?

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NATLA Sokka's trauma (contains spoilers)

Okay, some more thoughts of mine about Live Action Sokka.

Most of it is referring to Episode 5 and the flashback to after his ice-dodging test. After having thought about it for a while, I came to the conclusion, that Sokka is the village's weird kid.

He apparently gets mocked by the other boys - the reaction to his ice dodging test kinda implies, that it's not the first time that they are commenting about his lacking abilities as a warrior.

 Sokka knows that people don't see him as that or as a future leader, but he thinks his dad does. Unless, Hakoda doesn't. Sokka has to hear how his father confides in Bato, that he doesn't think that Sokka has it in him to become chief one day.

Something about how the conversation between Hakoda and Bato goes, gave me the impression that it is not the first time that they discussed the matter. Point is, Hakoda doesn't believe in Sokka. Instead, he's disappointed and (at least that's how I interpreted it) ashamed of his own son.

This was really heart-breaking to watch. Honestly, it got to me more than some of the Zuko backstory.

Side note: Gosh, I just loved Bato in this. Trying to convince Hakoda that everything was fine, that the test wasn't as bad as they say. Bato believes in Sokka, apparently more like his dad does. He knows that even if Sokka falls short in some aspects, he has other qualities. I don't know, somehow Bato really gave me Mom-vibes in that scene and I love that for Sokka.

However, apparently Hakoda takes ALL the boys with him when he leaves, except for Sokka and that other one (who was probably too young at that time). He might claim it as needing to leave someone behind to protect the village, but let's think about it for a moment.

Was there any real thread for the village after the Fire Nation raid to kill the last waterbender? Probably not. It's small, meaningless village at the end of the world. The adult women were apparently more than capable, because nobody can tell me, that it was Sokka's task alone to go hunting / fishing for an entire village.

Back to Hakoda being ashamed of him: Personally, I think he didn't WANT to take Sokka with them because he was afraid that Sokka would do something that puts him as a chief into a bad light. Somehow I got the vibe that Hakoda wanted him out of the way to avoid any trouble.

That also explains why Sokka is much more bitter about Hakoda leaving, than he is in the original series.

Sokka knows that there is not much he can do in the village for his father to be proud of once he returns. Thus, his mantra of being the protector of the village. Sokka will tell himself that what he does is of great importance until he believes it. At the same time he knows, that no one is taking him seriously. Not even his little sister.

Which is why the journey is so important for him, because suddenly there are people that respect him:

- Suki doesn't make fun of him or his boomerang skills. She clearly shows him that her way of doing things is more effective, and she teaches him.

- The Mechanist compliments him for his understanding of physics (did you see how Sokka's face lit up, when Sai said that he could see him as an engineer?) and he encourages Sokka to do something else than being a warrior, if that's not what he truly wants. I really loved that scene, because finally someone acknowledged his abilities instead of criticizing him.

- Hahn asking him if Sokka could share his experiences and knowledge of the enemy with them. You could see how Sokka becomes instantly insecure. He is not used that someone asks him for guidance, or values his opinion on such things. (Theory: Hakoda maybe tested him by asking him questions on how to react in a situation or another and usually Sokka's answer would be wrong).

In fact, in this series he is less of a comedic relief. Sokka is much softer BUT they made it make sense. I really like the changes they did to his character.

He is much less adventurous (not wanting to fly on Appa at first, repeatedly suggesting they go home in the first two episodes). He hides behind Katara more than once, when danger is ahead, etc. He's great with kids: a lot less harsh to his little recruits than in the original series and that scene with that little Earth Kingdom girl? Pure sugar.

I think this Sokka has so many issues, something that really doesn't get addressed enough in the original series. I really appreciate that deeper look into his character and I might incorporate some of those aspects in some future fanfics.

Urgh, Sokka has always been one of my favorites, but somehow the live action series made me love him even more <3

[cowboybrunch]

Saaaav <3 I do not know if this is considered an STS question I just have a mighty need for more Az lore. Like what did he do to get stuck with babysitting duty? Did he want the job bc he still has a burning need to be a father, or was that an unexpected perk of a punishment assignment?

jamie hi!! <3

oooh you have no idea what you just unlocked >:) to get into Az's motivations, we need to bust open some Mortae lore. because this guy is old. like, old old. like, the second Mortae that was ever created old.

Morrigan is referred to as the First (Mortae) but that's not really true because she's not technically a Mortae, she's Death. so who was the first? Uriel! (we learn more about the mess that was his death + resurrection in act 3 but yea, he's been around for a while which is why he's Morrigan's right-hand man)

Az was resurrected shortly after, and for a long time, he was hopping around with Uriel. they were new, they were testing the limits of their immortality and what Morrigan would let them get away with, they were the only two of their kind. in the early years, they had little purpose besides finding souls to slurp on and not upsetting Death (which was pretty easy because at this point, nobody was opposing her)

he wasn't exaggerating in Judas Wept when he introduced himself to Theodore as "a friend of [his] mother." he and Uriel are probably the closest thing that Morrigan has to friends. even tho Az isn't directly working for her anymore, he's been loyal for long enough that he remains one of her most trusted allies.

SO. back to the actual question you asked lol. when Theo was being held captive at the end of Judas Wept, Az spent weeks with Morrigan convincing her to let him give it a shot, let him look after her son, he'll set the boy right, etc. he absolutely wanted the job. and yeah part of it was because he wants to be a father, but he also saw that Theodore was suffering and knew that he was maybe the only person that could remove him from the situation and offer him something better.

because unlike Uriel, Az still holds on to some of his humanity (see: the painting of his wife which was created with materials that only existed long after her death. see: the preoccupation with rituals like having dinner together every night)

Az doesn't remember his real name. he doesn't even remember what he looked like when he was alive. but he does remember how to care for others, which is arguably the most human trait of all

and he's successful enough at keeping Theo in one spot and out of trouble (a herculean task) that he becomes a daycare for errant Mortae that don't respond to violent punishment (hi Marcella)

the caveat is that he's still bound to obey Morrigan (and somehow get her wet rat of a son to obey her, too) so he's forced into some decisions that make Theodore vewy angwy

thank u for letting me ramble about this man!!! i hope u have the best day <3

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Snippet Monday

Some weeks ago, @sparguscityangel and I were discussing the world map in Jak 2, and it occurred to me that at least one character refers to the northeastern area of the main continent as The Wasteland as well as the island to the west. And in the Jak and Daxter franchise, plot holes are just writer worldbuilding opportunities. So we started tossing around the idea of there being two or three separate communities of Wastelanders, all in different environments, because "wasteland" doesn't automatically mean "desert". And we thought "maybe they're all loosely affiliated and the leaders of the clans meet up every once in a while". For context, my idea of the other clans was Longstump Clan, down where the swamp used to be in TPL, and Foothills Clan, which lives around what used to be the Spider Caves and the base of Snowy Mountain. All this then got incorporated into Adopted Dadmas au with a pinch of Spy Tess. (That bit comes tomorrow)

"Fine young gun you've got there, Wolf."

The chief of the Longstump settlement took a drag on his intricately carved pipe and nodded to where Jak was climbing up one of the old pillars to watch for Marauder activity below. The old man snorted as the boy turned an unnecessarily elaborate flip to make it to the top.

"What is he now, eighteen? Nineteen?"

"Sixteen, by count of his last physical," Damas answered, sparing the boy a glance. A faint smile tugged at his cheek. "Sixteen, impudent, and always climbing, that one."

Sal puffed out a smoky chuckle. "No wonder the Foothills band likes him."

He leaned back and shook out the soft hide vest and tunic common to the inland Wastelanders, rattling with wooden beads and Precursor metal. His hands were wrinkled, and his face creased; Sal was old enough to be Damas’s father, but his hair was the same deep teak it was in his youth, tied back in neat plaits.

"At the rate he's going, he'll have no trouble when it's time for his Proving," Sal observed.

"Hm."

The Proving. That was what the Wastelanders of Longstump called the trials to usher newcomers into their ranks: a three day test of strength against metalheads in the basin, with an amulet awarded for each day survived.

The Foothill Wastelanders called their test Running the Spire. Young warriors or outsiders wishing to join had to race up a dangerous trail on the border of the Marauder homelands, without being caught by Marauders or dangerous wildlife, and infiltrate Snowy Mountain to bring back a piece of Marauder armor.

By comparison, the Arena was a far more controlled environment, with more rules. There was a strange irony in that.

Damas couldn't have said why the swell of pride he felt was so overwhelmingly strong, but he didn't bother to hide it.

"Jak has already passed the first two trials of his Proving," he corrected the Longstump chief with a full smile.

"I predict that before winter, he will join the warriors' councils as an equal."

Sal took another puff of his pipe and shook his head in wonder. "Two amulets and he's sixteen. Shee-oo! You dune-wolves don't do anything by halves, do you? You must be so proud."

Damas looked up. "I am," he murmured, smiling.

From the top of the pillar, Jak seemed to feel his stare. He looked down and made a questioning face. Damas snorted and signed up at him, "No moncaw-business! I'm not stealing light eco from the temple if you fall down and break both your arms!"

Sal laughed out loud beside him. "Ah! I remember telling my daughters that all the time!"

Yvelle, matriarch of the Foothills Clan finally looked up from the trade agreements the three had been exchanging. "Sometimes you just have to let them learn the hard way," she offered.

Damas made a face. "Can't. He convinced an Oracle in Haven city to teach him how to battle-shift -- like the Sages used to in the history books -- and now half the time he just regenerates whatever damage he's done to himself. I tell you, if my hair wasn't already white..."

"Your boy is a War Sage?" Sal sputtered, choking on smoke.

Yvelle's eyes glittered with interest. "No wonder he's half done with his Proving already. Hey, if you need a break, just send him up to the Caves. We'll tire him out."

"In your dreams, Yvelle," Damas scoffed. "Get your own kid: Jak's mine!"

"Worth a shot," the woman joked. "But seriously, my Lurker Wastelanders are asking about taking back their ancestral city in Frosthold. Loooooot of Marauders up there. We could use a War Sage."

Damas leaned back and searched the sky for a moment before his eyes landed on the Day-Star. He frowned. "Let's deal with subverting the apocalypse first. Then we'll see how far I'm willing to let my boy travel unaccompanied."

Of course, Jak would likely have all three amulets by then, and thus be considered old enough to go where he wanted. But Damas wasn't fond of the idea. He'd lost one son, why tempt fate by letting another wander far from home without supervision?

[sk1fanfiction]

about the half-blood/graveyard thing (bellatrix is def not in love with tom riddle and she would die of mortification if she found out)

I know that there's an implication/discourse that Voldemort reveals to his Death Eaters that he's half-blood in the graveyard scene, but that's so weird to me. (the telling DEs he's half-blood. Not the ten pages of ranting dramatically. That's so him.)

To be fair, if you read the scene straight, the only people he actually tells are Harry (who already knows -- I wonder if Voldemort knows that he knows though) and Peter Pettigrew, who's there more because of his insecurity complex with James (and Lily) than being an actual blood supremacist (to our knowledge).

I just can't imagine it because of (1) Tom's insecurity complex about being half-blood + his image consciousness, I really don't think he wants it to be public knowledge and (2) I don't think the Death Eaters would follow him if they knew.

I mean, look at Bellatrix, telling Harry not to besmirch Voldemort's name with his filthy half-blood mouth or whatever. 'Real' blood supremacists see half-bloods as 'almost as bad as Mudbloods.' Ex: Walburga Black referring to p much everyone with slurs.

On Bellatrix, actually, I don't think she'd feel the way she does about Voldemort if she knew (which I think is one of the strongest reasons why it probably isn't public knowledge amongst DEs). This isn't just a cosmetic thing like the snake-face post-resurrection, it goes against her core beliefs. I don't think she can possibly know that he's half-blood or even that Voldemort isn't his real name. If she found out she was thirsting for and completely devoted to a half-blood (and a half-blood who has a Muggle parent and was raised as a Muggle! on the sliding scale of half-bloods he's very close to Muggle-born) I think she'd do something very drastic. Like kill herself. Or (attempt to) kill him and then herself.

And if you're of the mind that Bellamort is a reciprocated ship, then whyyyyy would Voldemort tell her the one thing he knows will turn her off. Just because Diary!Tom told Harry his whole backstory doesn't mean everyone gets the same treatment (besides he was planning to kill him so he probably figured his secret was safe).

Or on the other hand, if she does know (maybe Voldemort only tells his inner circle?), I think Bellatrix taking it well would be OOC (at least from what we know about her). She'd either (1) deny it and say 'Oh haha very funny I see what you're doing you're testing my loyalty My Lord' and carry on convincing herself he is the purest of purebloods (2) be forced to accept it and it would haunt her 24/7. I can see it posing a lot of cognitive dissonance-related issues; I'm not sure if Bellatrix is the kind of person who can handle conflicting viewpoints and honestly don't know how she'd resolve it. It might make her think about her sister Andromeda. It makes them similar in a funny way.

[naffeclipse]

Naff this last chapter of CS had me in a myriad of piece's on the floor. From start to end it was just a whirlwind of emotions and guilt to unpack???

The playful teasing between Y/N and Sun, Sun being so gentle with them while Y/N kept beating themselves up over his broken ray, their kiss to "make it better"!!

The whole conversation between Moon and Y/N about the F.E.I., the late payment which scared me more than it should have, the fact that the other Cryptid Hunter died (I think?) In that chapter because of Sun and Moon, they absolutely found it; let's also not talk about the fact that all the cryptids that Y/N killed ever since meeting with the boys have been found without a heart, surely that must have risen some suspicions, something's not right there and when Y/N talked about how the F.E.I. is convinced they can control cryptids? Uh oh, didn't like the implications of that one, not one bit, did they figure out *what* Y/N is traveling with and decided to use that as a test of some kind?? Maybe being somewhat convinced Y/N managed to "tame" a cryptid and now they want to see the extent of where they can "push it"??? Am I reading too much into this? Absolutely but there are so many subtle implications there mhhhh

The "Cryptids were never your type" hurt more than it should have

Y/N hugging their actual arm while falling asleep?? Help???? Sun and Moon realizing how deep they are in all this, they've gotten too attached, there's no turning back and that scares them because as much as they're willing to pretty much give their life for Y/N there's always the fear of them finding out what they really are

AND THE VOW *crying on the floor*

Sun was absolutely terrified when they asked him to make one, even if Y/N was just referring to the phone, the fact that he and Moon are hiding something, that they're aware will change everything, and Y/N saying "We'd still have each other" and just, I'm sure they will eventually, but if (when) Y/N finds out what they've hidden from them for all this time? Being with the boys is the last thing they'll want and while I'm looking forward to the revelation I'm also terrified (in the best way possible) because *it is* going to change everything, and the hurt that all of them will feel, how betrayed Y/N will feel, beating themselves up like they always do when they make a mistake, feeling played and dumb because they swore to protect their friends, but *that thing*? That's not their friends, they were just a plaything for the cryptid and a mean to get to meals and, they should have known better because that's their job, it's the only thing they should be good at, where they can't afford mistake and yet they got fooled, and maybe the reason the cryptid didn't want them to find Vanessa is because they knew their cover would have blown up with another hunter involved? And I'm sure that with time Y/N will come to realize the truth of it all, how the boys were genuine in their feelings and care for them, but the angst that's yet to come!!! Naff I've cried for your writing before, I'm not ashamed to say I'm sure it'll happen again.

Anyway, have a wonderful day/night!! Thank you for this chapter and for your writing in general, it's always such a delight to read something of yours <3

Oh my gosh, thank you so much!!! I am also reading your theories and predictions very intently heheh ♥

Yup. Sun/Moon would love to be closer to you with their true selves, but alas.

Oh the angst!!! I'm excited for it, and I hope y'all are ready for it when it comes!

Thank you so much for reading and have a wonderful day/night, too!

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

I think you answered a question about the members' favorite sex positions. Can I switch it around and ask what would be YOUR favorite position for each member (if they asked you to lead the way)?

(for reference, this was the previous ask)

Whoa, now. I always lead the way. Just kidding. (Am I?) Anyway, hm, as I've said before, I don't really have particular fantasies since I rely on the mood of the moment and the dynamic to direct my instincts. I guess I'll just list what's off the top of my mind right now, then. You might be surprised by my favorite sex positions. (As in, some people might think they're boring. idk?)

I've been sexually active for a long time (as if that isn't obvious, lol). Because of that, I have my go-to sex positions: if no bed, standing doggy with my hands on the floor and, if on bed, folded in half missionary (with my legs are on their shoulders). I've had sex in many positions and, while fun, classics (with a twist, heh) are classics for a reason. When they thrust in, I like to thrust back to make the stroke deeper. I like to contribute. (Aren't I helpful? I think so. :D)

With Namjoon, he almost has 20 cm on me. Not sure we can do standing anything. XD Might have to stay on the bed. It would be nice to be folded in half with my thighs against his pecs. We could also do on-the-knees doggy. I have a leather garter harness that could be fun for him to hold on to while we fuck. I don't think he'd be intimidated. He probably thinks naked is best tho.

Seokjin... I have to be careful here. I feel like I might scare him away before anything happens. Oop. So, I'd definitely want to convince repeatedly ask him if he's serious about letting me take the lead. I have to kiss tongue-fuck those lips. I want him to get me off while I jack him off until we cum on each other. I wanna break that pure guy image a little, maybe have him suck on my fingers while I fuck him from below. See, I can play nice. :)

My request for Yoongi is to grow his hair back. We're still gonna fuck but PLEASE grow your long black hair back. (Thank you in advance.) I'm pretty sure Yoongi and I are on the same wavelength when it comes to sex, but he wouldn't show all his cards right away. I like rough and hard. Not fast (other than his tongue? keke). Standing doggy with him holding one of my arms. Not both, it isn't possible with how hard of a pace I like, we'll lose balance. He could match my intensity once we're into it.

I wanna fuck Hoseok with a table involved somehow. Eat him up like a buffet? Fuck against a table? Fuck on a table? All. I feel like doing something deranged with him. I have this feeling that he's sexual but not kinky in the obvious sense. I don't think he'd let me bring out the handcuffs, for example. :< But I can convince him to spread - anyway. Imma full-course meal Jung Hoseok.

Jimin will let me use the handcuffs on him, right?! We can make it fair. I can jack / suck him off with the handcuffs on and then I'll put them on him so I can watch him struggle to keep it together while I fuck him. I want to scratch lines next to the moon tattoos, ya feel me? No? Oh. Is there something wrong with me that I want to corrupt slow and romantic lovers? Probably.

We will have to test what position I need to be in to feel the entirety of that legendary Daegu dick, right, Taehyung? I'm kidding. (But also kinda not.) I don't wear lingerie because it's expensive and gets ruined. But it's Taehyung. I like the idea of him buying lingerie so he can rip it off me. Cliché? Yeah. Hot? Duh. I'm aware people like to write him a certain way. Real life Tae too nice to do something like that, but strong and considerate enough to make sure nothing goes awry. What's all the specialized military training for if it's not to withstand me milking him dry, I mean, what?

There's a whole lotta Jungkook on here, so do I need to elaborate? I wanna fuck him left, right, up, down, from Monday to Sunday until he's the one walkin' sideways. And it has nothing to do with his looks, or the way he suddenly decided tatted up / get pierced everywhere (hmm), or those big peepers. Don't get me wrong. All those things contributed. The reason why I wanna fuck JK seven days a week is because he has an obsessive tendency when it comes to things he wants to be good at. I'm going to make sure one of those things is sex. Well, we're not... ANYWAY, I just feel like he can understand how seriously I take fucking. We can share that excessive intensity, yk? How did this turn into a rant? Fold me in half, JK. Let me choke you with my pussy.

[bilesproblems]

Common mistakes made when arguing with exclus (and how to respond properly)

Hi mspec lesbians today I'm gonna talk about some things that exclus say often, the common responses that get nowhere, and how to properly respond (all joking btw)

#1: "Lesbians can't be attracted to men. If you're attracted to men in any capacity, you can't be a lesbian"

Incorrect reply ❌: Actually, I'm not attracted to men, I just recognize my attraction to multiple feminine and neutrally aligned genders as mspec

Correct reply ✅: (HEARTS, DIAMONDS,) I CAN DO ANYTHING!

Exclus don't care about reason. Make deltarune references instead. Especially if you are an mspec lesbian attracted to men

#2: "I just don't get it though how does that work"

Incorrect reply ❌: *An actual detailed response explaining mspec lesbians*

Correct reply ✅: The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a Multistage Aerobic Capacity Test...

There are dozens of resources on mspec lesbians. This reply is especially helpful for when you've already tried explaining. They just won't get it if they don't wanna.

#3: "Maybe lesbian USED to include nonexclusive attraction, but that's in the past now!"

Incorrect reply ❌: While some bi people did choose to leave themselves, a lot of us were forced out by Gold Star lesbians instead of just by natural language progression. If you guys wanted or needed your own spaces, you should have made your own. I have a right to be here.

Correct reply ✅: When single shines the triple sun, what was sundered and undone, shall be whole, the two made one, by Gelfling hand, or else by none.

When you explain things to exclusuonists, they plug their ears and ignore what you said. When you say cryptic shit, they have to think.

#4: "Why do you have to make everything so complicated with your identity?"

Incorrect reply ❌: I do not feel a single label properly explains my identity, and I feel all these labels fit my experience.

Correct reply ✅: Gotta catch 'em all

"Abro lesbian, I choose you!" *throws PokeLGBallT*

#5: "Just pick one!"

Incorrect response ❌: I can't just pick one. These labels all have a meaning to me and picking one feels like I'm picking between parts of myself.

Correct reply ✅: I don't have to. I don't have to do anything I don't want to do. Vice Principal Nero likes me best and there's a special beef and bean burrito with a little ribbon on it just for me.

You don't have to just pick a single label. No one fits neatly into one little box, and those of us who like boxes anyway are building our box forts. You don't owe an explanation to exclus beyond "I don't want to."

#6: "Liking women and nonbinary people doesn't count as mspec!"

Incorrect reply ❌: Yeah it does. Way to be transphobic and biphobic in one sentence.

Correct reply ✅: I consider that a dignified argument. Not really, it was actually quite pathetic. *aggressive banjo sounds*

Self explanatory why this reason sucks. 2+ genders = mspec. Even if those 2 genders are girl and demigirl, you can consider yourself mspec.

#7: "Mspec lesbians harm real lesbians and erase the meaning of the word lesbian"

Incorrect reply ❌: I am literally just existing

Correct reply ✅: Oogalie boogalie bitch

You can't fix stupid and convince them we don't hurt anyone. Embrace being the destroyer of lesbianism.

#8: "Just say homosexual/homoromantic if you use the SAM instead of lesbian, because lesbian is exclusive to people not attracted to men in any way"

Incorrect reply ❌: Not only do you not really mean that, because you actually only draw the line at sexual and romantic attraction, but that's the most ridiculous level of gatekeeping. No other lgbt label in the world has a requirement on both sexual AND romantic attraction except aroace and other -rose labels, but those are specifically combos FOR romantic and sexual attraction. No one should have to call themselves homo- instead of lesbian just because their romantic orientation is different than their sexual orientation. Plus that definition means every aroace woman and nonbinary person is a lesbian.

Correct reply ✅: How about no. *then you waddle away, waddle waddle waddle.*

Again, you owe nobody an explanation. You don't have to. Just say no.

#9: "Mspec lesbian labels contribute to real lesbians being harassed, assaulted, and (r-word that I won't type until I learn how to censor)"

Incorrect reply ❌: You're beyond hope. Someone who would assault someone either doesn't care about their orientation or is doing it specifically because they think the person isn't attracted to them and needs to be fixed. It is their own entitlement, ego, and lack of care for other people that leads to that happening, not teens identifying as bi lesbians. Let's pretend all straight men think all lesbians will like men. Not even straight women like every man they see. No one will claim "well because I am a lesbian who likes men, you now have to date men." That's the single stupidest thing a person could ever think. You'd be smarter unironically believing 2 + 2 = 5, the Earth is flat, and MH370 was hijacked by Russians than believing unironically that a single lesbian who doesn't like men at all would be forced to date men because a different lesbian did. Some lesbians like nonbinary people and some only like women, and the ones who only like women aren't forced to date nonbinary people. You single handedly bring down the average intelligence of all humanity by a significant margin.

Correct reply ✅: For a clownfish, you really aren't that funny.

Anyone stupid enough to believe this can't be reasoned with and they will hopefully never be in charge of anything. Don't waste your energy.

I can't think of a 10th so that's all folks