#i think. some nerves got compressed

[lokh]

hm. so my left arm fell asleep and hasn't fully woken up and its been minutes

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[tteokdoroki]

☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. compression shirts & sweatpants.

about. hello u guys wanted me to finish this so i did lol !!!! i just can’t get the idea of him in compression shirts out of my mind ok enjoy !! <3

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. suggestive, making out, hickies, dry humping, bakugou being a huge tease, gn!reader, pro hero!bakugou.

“do you get off on this? dressing like a slut?”

after pushing his bread down into the toaster, bakugou stops mid-sip, his signature red riot coffee mug about a quarter of an inch away from the pink and plush curve of his lips. he looks over to you as if he’s an animal that’s been caught doing something it’s not supposed to. a deer in headlights if you will.

“hah?”

you clench your fists, the foulest pout you can muster spread thinly over your features like a veil, as a petulant huff escapes you. you pretend to be mad at the man for as long as you can, turning your head away from him with your arms crossed over your chest. but you can’t help it. you can’t fight it… your gaze trailing back over to him at a snail’s pace.

katsuki bakugou looks like a fucking god.

not only does the stupid black compression shirt he’s wearing highlight the slender accent of his hips and itty bitty waist — but it clings to every muscle in bakugou’s marble-carved body. you can see every bulge of his biceps and ripple in his backs, even down to his washboard abs. honestly, you count your lucky stars every day that you managed to sink your fangs into the blonde before anyone else did, claiming him as your own. you might have even thrown up if anyone got to see him lounging about the place in grey sweats the way you did, the material just barely sitting on his hips.

you have to swipe at your mouth to stop yourself from drooling when he puts his mug down and lifts an arm up high to put the coffee granules back in the cupboard — his shirt riding up just enough for you to get a good look at a slither if his his sun-kissed, diamond cut v-line and waistband of his boxers too. it’s like the guy is purposefully trying to kill you.

just the very sight of katsuki like this, probably fresh from his work out, has you in a shambles — breaking out into hot sweats, panting like a dog. someone might even think you’re sick.

katsuki pays your little tantrum no mind, crossing his arms and leaning his hip against the kitchen counter while he waits for you to finish.

“you look so good.” you relent eventually, shoulders sagging.

shaking his head in a fond manner, the blonde rolls his ruby framed eyes. “no, you look good.” katsuki coos amusedly, arms opening wide for you as you pad further into the kitchen to snuggle against his chest. although he’s taunting you and you’re playing right into his game, you will always love that katsuki finds little ways to compliment you and make you feel adored — you feel it as he presses the wisps of a kiss into the crown of your head. “you always do.”

“it’s not fair that you get to go around like this! wearing that and making me feel all—!” you wave your hands about eccentrically, a heated frustration burning at your nerve endings as you screech your feelings out.

bakugou smiles to himself, sexy and slow, barely jumping when his toast pops out of the toaster. he grabs it, holds the corner of his food between his rows of pearly white teeth and spins your positions so that he traps you against the kitchen counter. “gonna need some context, babe.” you think that he’s going to touch you but instead reaches behind you to grab at his coffee.

freaking tease.

it’s impossible to think clearly when your boyfriend is this close — his intoxicating musky scent of sweet sweat and cool toned aftershave making you dizzy. “i hate you.” you state indignantly, flopping against his chest and letting it’s plushness muffle your speech patterns. “you’re stupid hot. and a slut.”

“you slut shamin’ me, sweetness?”

“s’what you deserve. dressin’ like you don’t belong to nobody. like you belong to the streets.”

“i belong to you, baby. you know that.” chucking his toast onto the counter, the blonde swoops down to kiss you hungrily — tasting of freshly brewed coffee grounds and salt. of course he would get off to something like this. he’s got you right where he wants you, weak in the knees and melting in his arms.

you screw your eyes shut, squirming in place as bakugou steps back and guides your hand under his tight fitting compression shirt, overloading your brain with just how built he is. fleshy pecks and golden abs. he ends up keeping it rolled up so you feel hot all over. “i can get undressed if it makes ya feel better.”

you can’t help that your eyes drop back down to his cotton grey sweats — they’ve slipped a little lower, low enough for his sharp v-line and soft blonde curls from his happy trail to peek out from the waistband. if you squinted (not that you would need to) you could make out the outline of his semi as it brushes against your inner thighs.

this is it. this is the end. “it makes me feel worse actually. like i might die of thirst or something. especially if you don’t—“

“if i don’, what?” his hands are all over you now, splayed over your tummy, digging into your waist — he overwhelms you. pressing his body against yours until you practically feel him through your pores. bakugou is hot (physically, sure) but against you, your desire for him spreads like a heatwave through every inch of your body — from the tips of your fingers and toes to the top of your head.

“kiss me.” you breathe, a neediness seeded into your tone.

bakugou arches a blonde eyebrow, looking down at you cockily. “c’mere then, brat.”

he uses a finger and thumb to tilt your chin up towards him, leaning down to kiss you before tricking you with a fake out. just as you begin to whinge and complain, the blonde squishes your cheeks so you can’t wriggle away from him and licks into your mouth with a teasing laugh. he only kisses you fully when you grasp at his slender waist, feel him up from under his clothes and slip your hands over his ass — just bellow the waistband of his sweats.

“fuckin’ tease,” katsuki grunts, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth and sucking in your tongue.

a free hand wanders from his bottom, climbs up the rippling muscles of his back and tangles in bakugou’s sandy roots — fisting then as you drag him closer, working your tongue into his hot and welcoming mouth. “takes one to know one, kats,” you mewl into him, letting him swallow your satisfied gasps and squeaks.

every action, every groan and grope becomes rougher, needier, hornier — squeezing each other turns to grinding on one another until there’s no room for either of you to breathe and just as you move to shove your hand down the front of his boxers, everything comes to a halt.

you knock bakugou’s coffee over when he lifts you onto the counter.

“ow! hot!” you squeal, still tilting your head back to make room for the blonde at your neck.

he doesn’t stop, nipping at your skin. “yeah, so you’ve said babe.”

“not you, dummy!” swatting at your boyfriend, you push him off. “the fucking coffee on my ass!”

katsuki blinks, his lashes fluttering against the column of your throat while be peeks over your shoulder at the beverage spilling across the counter and seeping into your clothes.

“that’s what you get for callin’ me a slut.”

“oh…oh fuck you.”

“‘m trying babe.”

“fuck you. slut.”

“keep degrading me sweetness, ‘m kinda into that.”

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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˚ʚ workout ft. miles morales ɞ˚

♡ pairings & aus: earth42!miles morales x fem!black!reader ♡ warnings: some swears, a little suggestive ♡ summary: you tell miles as a joke that you think you're stronger than him, so he takes you to the gym as a challenge to complete one of his workouts. ♡ a/n: need this man as my gym buddy BADDDLYYYY ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

"BABY, ION' THINK YOU KNOW WHAT YOU TALKIN' BOUT."

Miles chucked as his thumbs continued to click away at his controller, curses occasionally leaving his lips as he shot at something on the TV. You were propped in his lap as he played, his arms wrapped around your waist as you would adjust your position on his thigh every once and a while.

"No, Miles, I know it. I'm way stronger than you." You boasted with pride, the sound of your boyfriend's doubtful scoff filling your ears. He heard you pout in response, so he put his controller down and let his character run free as he turned you around, face meeting his as his hand placement relocated to your lower thighs.

"I love you and all," Miles started, and you could practically see the snicker in his voice, "But you not stronger than me, mami, I think we both know that."

"Yes I am." You insisted, "Have you seen my legs?"

Miles tuts at you with a laugh, squeezing the soft skin of your thigh that he was holding, "Nuh uh, we not jus' talkin' 'bout legs, I mean everything."

"But since you insist you stronger than me...we finna go to the gym. You and me."

Your eyes widened, the realization of your predicament hitting you like a train. Uncomfortably, and also out of doubt, you slid off of Miles' lap and placed your hands on your stomach, face puffing, "Can't go. 'M sick."

"Bae, you know you not sick." Miles snorted as he stood up, eyes placed on you carefully. The gleam in his eyes told you that he wasn't taking no for an answer, so you sighed and threw your head back at your fate, wallowing to your drawers to find workout clothes to wear.

Miles was already dressed for the occasion, clad in a white compression tee and basketball shorts. He sat back on your bed until you found a pair of Nike pros and a Lululemon top he bought you a while back. Your face shone of embarrassment when Miles peeped that the tag was still on it.

"Baby, you mean to tell me you had me buyin' that ugly shit just for you not to wear it? Oh nah, you gon' start workin' out with me now." He rose an eyebrow at you, and you gave him a light chuckle,

"It's not ugly! And workin' out around other people makes me anxious, they always be starin'." You shrugged, slipping off a pair of Miles' shorts as they pooled around your ankles. Stepping out of them, you jumped to get your Nike pros on, making Miles chuckle. You frown.

"Nothing is funny."

"What's funny is you tryna get them lil' shorts on." Miles snickered, hand up to his mouth as he flashed you all of his pearly whites. You gave him a nonchalant shrug as you ripped the tag off of your shirt, taking your old one off and slipping it on, "Not my fault. My ass is just fat."

"Can't even argue with that." Miles agreed, making a smirk dance on your lips as you finished putting on your clothes, finding a pair of shoes to wear as well. Finally, you stood up, grabbing a hair tie and scurrying over to where your boyfriend was sitting on the bed.

"Tie my hair up?"

Miles gives you a nod, a rasp lacing his voice as he tells you to come to him, so you do, and he places you in his lap as he pulls back your braids, securing them into a ponytail. You turn around to face him, rubbing your head, "Damn, I said tie my hair up, not tie my braincells up! Why is it so tight?"

"Want it to fall out?" Miles questioned you inquisitively, and when you shook your head no, he stood up with you and murmured an 'Exactly', making you roll your eyes.

He grabbed his keys and wallet, hand intertwined with yours as you left your lone apartment. Anxiety played on your nerves as you made your way to Miles' car, where he opened the door for you as you climbed inside.

The ride on the way to the gym was fairly silent, other than the music that was bumping through the speakers, which you would occasionally bop your head to.

Before you knew it, you had arrived, and you were freaking out on the inside. This whole idea of who was stronger had easily become a nuisance, all because of a joke, but you knew better to say it anyways, because you knew how your lover was.

But, you got yourself into this mess, so you didn't really have anyone else to blame.

You and Miles quickly checked in, setting your belongings into a cubby. As he locked it, he looked down at you, "So, where we goin' first, ma?"

"Um.." you looked around, mainly for anything that looked like it didn't have a lot of people watching, or occupied there. "Squats?"

Miles chuckled, and you froze.

This was not going to go well.

You both made your way to the squat station, where Miles stood by the rack of weights as you took a deep sigh, walking up to the bar.

"What do you start with?"

"Huh?" You murmured, making Miles roll his eyes as he leaned on the rack.

"Baby, what's your starting weight. As in, how much do I need to put on this bar for you to not fall over and bust yo ass."

Your lips flattened out at him as you flipped him off. He didn't retaliate, as his victory would be enough retaliation for your response, so he just grabbed two fives and slid them on each side.

He then walked behind you as you picked the bar up with your shoulders, the 55-pound weight resting on you.

Miles stood behind you carefully, arms at either side of your waist as he gave you an encouraging, light pat on your behind. You sucked in a breath and squatted, quickly popping back up as you smiled to yourself, hanging the bar back up on the rack.

The weight eventually piled up, until a 45 and a 25 were on each side of the bar, making you wince underneath the weight. Your boyfriend did nothing but encourage you as you started to squat, the weight making your knees buckle as you popped back up, letting out a strong wheeze. You stepped away from the rack and placed your hands on your hips, leaning over as you look up at Miles, who laughed,

"You did good, babe," He started, "But that's my starting weight."

Sighing, you caught your breath, not even caring that Miles inevitably beat you in your challenge, you were just happy that you got to show him that you were strong. Maybe not as or stronger than him, but you did have your own level of strength that you could be proud of.

But, out of your curiosity, you turned around to see Miles literally repping your weight. He just kept adding plates like a madman, until the bar was practically filled to the brim. That's when you saw him grow tired, the bar clanking against the rack as he stood up, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

"How...how much was that?" You asked him, and he gave you nothing but a mischieveous smirk as he spoke,

"505."

You groaned at him, "Fine. You won."

"Hm, what was that?" He asked you, holding up a hand to his ear as you rolled your eyes at him. You didn't feed his ego, instead, you just reached up on your tippy toes, granting a warm kiss on his cheek,

“You win.”

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Teach Me | Mackie Samoskevich

summary: when Mackie learns of your struggles he finds a way for you both to win.

request: yes/no

trope: lessons in bed

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (fem receiving), swearing.

word count: 1.76k

authors note: first off kei thanks for helping with this and I’m sorry that I didn’t do it justice. This piece just didn’t click with me tonight but I really wanted to get it out for you all. So thanks for reading as an build the celly up.

Mackie knew that it was wrong.

The way he thought about you as his room went dark each night, how your laugh made him feel. But worse of all how Mackie let out a cheer when he realised that Spencer was being sent to the AHL. Yes all of it was wrong.

But as your boyfriend left you in the state of Florida with Mackie as your next door neighbour, he couldn’t help but feel like the universe was on his side.

You two had grown close, the daily dinners together helped that bond grow. By the end of October Mackie was your favourite person in the state.

So naturally he was the man who eventually heard about the struggles you didn’t want to share with your boyfriend.

Spencer was a great guy, don’t get you wrong. But he was as vanilla as they came, especially when the distance came into play. Phone calls about your days ended in ‘I love yous’ and you knew you should have been happy about it.

Yet you wanted him to tell you how he pictured his hand around his cock being your mouth instead. The two videos you had tried to send Spencer with you wearing nothing in them it only had your boyfriend requesting that you stopped sending those to him.

To say that you were a mess of horny nerves was an understatement “you okay?” Mackie asked snapping his fingers in front of you.

You had taken him up on the offer of going to the gym in your apartment building together, ironically the offer came up minutes after your vibrator decided to stop working “yep.” No you weren’t. Mackie was in his compression shirt and some shorts that left little to the imagination.

His curls stuck to the top of his forehead “you know you can tell me the truth.” Mackie smiled putting his weight down to crouch between your legs as you were still sat on a weight bench.

It made you feel guilty how you enjoyed the way his eyes looked at you “I miss having someone between my legs!” You blurted out quickly slapping your hand over your mouth feeling grateful that nobody else was in the gym.

Mackie’s eye almost popped out of his head “you’re going to need to elaborate f’me princess.” His voice was soft as he pulled your hand away from your face so that he could hear you again.

The gesture calmed your nerves “you promise you won’t judge me?” You were dangerously close to telling him everything at its most unfiltered “I promise.” The hockey player moved to your side joining you on the bench.

You sighed fiddling with the ends of your braid “Spence seems like he’s no longer sexually attractive to me and my vibrator decided to break this morning-” your cheeks reddened as your ramble worsened “did you finish?” Mackie crossed his arms.

“What?”

“Did you finish?”

All you needed to do was shake your head to make him smile “even when I do it’s not the same.” The feeling of someone’s cock in your cunt was truly never going to be replaced by the device that you now swore hated you “do girls like being gone down on?” Mackie’s question was genuine causing you to hold back a laugh “have you never gone down before?” He shook his head staying quiet until it seemed like he had a light bulb go off above his head “I think I have an idea that could help us both.”

You practically followed Mackie downstairs to his apartment like you were a lost dog as you followed him back “what do you say?” His suggestion made sense to you, you got your release and he got the practice.

The environment was safe, you two were comfortable and you both needed this. All signs pointed to yes “what about Spence?” Sure you knew your thoughts about the boy in front of you weren’t pure but you still loved your boyfriend “what he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” Mackie shrugged causing you to nod “let’s do it.”

His room had a similar layout to yours. It smelt of smoke oak and a candle you swore you had given him “you sure you’re okay with this?” Mackie watched as you sat on his bed.

You smiled at his care “c’mere Mackie.” You held your finger up at him motioning for him to come over to you.

The hockey player smirked as your cool fingers ran up the inside of his shirt “shit baby.” The American groaned as he leaned down.

Kissing you was everything he thought it would be. His lips were rough against yours his tongue slide over your lip making you gasp.

He pulled away to look at you “won’t make you wait for this.” Mackie smiled shifting his attention to your leggings “your ass looks so fucking good in these.” He confessed making your cheeks redden “Mackie-” you groaned feeling his hands run up your now bare thighs.

Mackie smirked “tell me what you want?” His lips pressed against your skin making you forget how to speak English “your tongue.” You begged watching as his fingers hooked in your waistband of your panties “where baby?” The boy watched as you grabbed at his sheets.

Your bare cunt faced him making him lick his lips “on my cl-clit.” Your voice was shaky as he wearily ran his tongue over the sensitive nub “fuck!” You groaned almost jumping in the process.

Mackie was quick to pull away as he thought he had done something wrong “go softer,” you pleaded sticking your tongue out in the way you want him to do so. The hockey player nodded repeating his actions with your instructions “right there.” You nearly melted into his mattress as he watched you silently taking that as approval.

His tongue lay flat against your slit “use it like your fingers.” You remembered that you were meant to be teaching him “fuck my pussy.” You instructed him wrapping your fingers in his hair.

You gasped feeling his tongue thrust into your cunt as his nose hit your clit “Jesus Mackie!” You cried feeing his fingers move to your pussy “you liking that baby?” Mackie cooed focusing his tongue on your clit once more.

This allowed him to thrust his fingers at a quicker pace drawing louder noises from your lips “y-yeah.” You nodded bringing your hand to cover your mouth “let me hear you.” The hockey player clicked his tongue as he focused on getting you close.

As your thighs wrapped around his head Mackie couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t done this before “I’m gonna come.” You announced not even caring about how quickly you grew close to your high.

Mackie continued to suck at your clit occasionally laying his tongue flat causing you to arch your back “don’t stop.” You begged driving your hips into his face as your body shook letting pleasure wash over you.

The boy didn’t stop his movements until you were pulling his face up to yours “fucking hell,” you mumbled not wasting time to kiss him.

Mackie enjoyed how your release tasted on his tongue “so sweet,” his voice was soft “you’re a good listener.” You were quick to compliment him letting your eyes flash down to the bulge in his shorts.

It seemed that the boy want get all embarrassed but you stopped him “think you deserve a reward.” You mumbled bringing him onto the bed with you.

In that moment he swore he was in heaven. Watching you let his cock go free from his pants only really bringing him back to reality when you let your cunt sink down on his cock “you’re so big.” You were both far too focused on the pleasure that soaked the room to care that he was fucking you raw “oh my god.” Mackie groaned watching you pull your shirt over your head leaving you both naked now.

His eyes stuck to your nipples particularly the one highlighted with a titanium bar “been hiding this beauty.” The hockey player didn’t waste time bringing his lips to it.

Your head fell back as your eyes screwed shut “making me feel so good.” You gasped occasionally hitting your clit against his torso as you rode his cock.

The room began to feel sticky as your hands went to his chest softly running up his abs “you like them baby?” Mackie smiled kissing up your neck as he held back a smirk at your responsiveness.

The two of you had been quiet for the most part as you enjoyed the peace that you got. Softy savouring each and every second of this like there was a small part of you that knew this couldn’t happen again.

A cry left your lips as you brought your hand down to rub your “you feel me in there?” Mackie’s hand pressed against your stomach making you nod “yeah.” Your mouth formed an o.

Now just because Mackie wasn’t used to eating girls out it certainly didn’t mean that he didn’t know that face, you were close.

Which was a good thing because the way your cunt squeezed his cock he was not far behind you “I know baby you can let it go.” The hockey player’s words seemed to let you drop your face into the nook of his neck.

His fingers dug into your hips as you whined finally coming for the second time in the night “oh my god.” Mackie had to held guide your body as it shuddered above him “holy shit!” The boy let out a grunt as your cunt clenched around him causing his cock to throb as he came.

Mack used his fingers to brush your hair out of your face “you okay?” He asked with his chest still heaving as he recovered from his orgasm “never better,” you nodded sending him a smile before you kissed his lips.

12 weeks later

You knew something was off, you hadn’t felt well and all of the possibilities of what could be causing this you had crossed off.

Well all but one. Your period had yet to come and was now eight weeks late.

So there you sat on the floor of your bathroom waiting for the alarm to go off.

It pulled your attention away from your gaze as your alarm went off.

Pregnant

Pregnant

Yet the thing that made you feel worse was that tonight was your first time seeing Spencer since he got sent to the AHL.

[eldritch-spouse]

[Part 8 of Gifted. Fem reader.]

Previous poll winner: Give yourself to Krulu (70.1%)

TW: Strong cultish themes; Macro/micro; Mindbreak; Squirting.

⋆✩ You've reached the end of the run ✩⋆

It's not much of a choice, is it?

If you wanted the easy way out, you could have taken it at several instances by now. Picked someone who was likely to bludgeon you, get on everyone's nerves... You're sure you could have gotten killed in many situations. And perhaps even in a less traumatic way- At the hands of a sick monster, rather than the deity dwelling in this rotpit.

But you've lived this far, survived the menaces who got their grimy hands on you. Only to choose death now? No. No, that's hardly admissible.

You're going to buck till your last dying breath here. Or at least try to.

Summoning strength you don't have, unable to meet the god-entity's eyes, it takes far too long before you can croak out a response.

" I... Offer myself to you. "

The finality of your own words hits you like a train. This is definitely not the type of being that'll let you walk back on your decision, so you've laid down the foundations for your brand new future with that statement alone.

Whatever giving yourself to Krulu implies, you have just signed up for it, and now you'll deal with whatever comes forth. It was your choice. It was the fate you wrote, at least some solace will come from that reminder.

The charred giant squints at you, long and hard. You're not sure what he hopes to gleam behind your eyes. They say eyes are the window to the soul, maybe there's some actual merit to that, aside from mere romanticism and poetic frivolity. Does he hope to find a lie? Deceit? You're sure there's nothing to show but fear, resignation, confusion. Defeat.

" A wise answer. "

Is it really? You'd argue dying would be saner. But you've abandoned hopes of staying sane, you are now remaining alive out of spite. A stubborn bull's desire to have its way even as a torero stabs it time and time again. And the crowd cheers, hoping you'll fall.

When all points of contact are severed between you two and an oppressive silence settles easily, there's no clue as to what your next move should be, so you stand like a statue, risking only chaste glances at their figure.

That's... That's it? It can't be.

" It seems I will have to teach you everything. " The entity spits. " Just as I did with my vessel. I expect you to come out of this apt for service. So listen well, for every time I am made to repeat myself, you will suffer. "

Something behind you knocks harshly onto your back, sending you tumbling forward on the altar, hands and knees on enchanted marble. Your entire upper body throbs with pain and you attempt to wheeze some air in and out of your lungs.

The moment an attempt to sit up is made, a rough foot keeps you down. You're well aware he's not putting half of his weight on it.

" Your first lesson is humility. " Krulu begins. " You shall know your place here, profess yourself to me properly. If you fail to do such, I see no reason to spare your ego. "

You're sure he's not talking about your dignity and pride when he says "ego".

How does one "profess themselves" to a god? What does he want you to say? You take a moment to think about Admin's mannerisms. He clearly likes the woman, and she's visibly -Perhaps manically- devoted to him, so whatever she's doing must be adequate. You suppose you ought to copy the purple-clad woman.

A rising rumble from above lets you know time is of the essence. The weight of a clawed foot increases on you, staggeringly powerful as it forces you to curve further the longer you disappoint this entity. Words force themselves out before you can think too hard and risk being compressed into a sheet of paper.

" M- My lord...? I... I belong to you. " That does not sound natural at all. In fact, it's painfully uncomfortable.

A disinterested chuff reaches your ears after a measured pause. " You sound far from appreciative. I am not convinced of your candor. "

A confused, terrified mind runs a mile a second, trying to think of anything more adequate, more appeasing.

" Allow me to help motivate you. "

Within seconds, the strength on your back is so great that it becomes oppressive, hindering your capacity to breathe further. Something creaks within you, awakening a brand new level of desperation as you fight to get the right answer out before he can smash the means to do such with.

" Please! Please my lord- I'll do anything you ask of me, I'm humbled by your mercy- " You choke, trying to get air into your lungs. " I live to serve you! It's my role. I'm yours. Please spare me! "

And, almost mercifully, the weight recedes a good deal. " Better. Albeit sub-par. "

You aim to survive.

Words cannot begin to express the relief you feel at the loss of his strength on your figure, taking a pained, desperate inhale. As if they could decide to steal your breath away at any moment now. Krulu takes several steps back on the altar, and once more, you're not too sure what to do. Is this what it's like for her? Constantly having to guess what to do in order to please this entity? Having no guides or clues, just the whispers of flames and the ticking of an impatient clock counting the seconds to failure... You can't take that. You couldn't take that for an hour, much less a lifetime.

" But that is forgivable. "

He begins, after a long moment leaving you to your thoughts, it seems.

" The most important task your mouth must perform is pleasuring, after all. "

Something bitter curls in your stomach at that declaration. You chose this. It's this or dancing six feet below the ground.

The massive entity squats upon the marbled surface, easily keeping their balance, arms shifting this way and that as they think, eyes poised on you. Although Krulu is an admittedly gnarled creature far from easy on anyone's eyes, you can't help but think that, sometimes, the light bathes his figure in a manner that's almost soothing. An elegance he has no right to hold. His home is in the shadows, you can tell, but somehow, light gravitates towards him too.

What is a being like this doing here? On Earth. Who is he? What is he? How long has he been pacing in this cage of a building, like a hidden mole? Something in you insists he shouldn't be here, and it's not just animal instinct, it's a... Warning, an idea that crawls to the forefront of your mind, as if you've always known it. He wouldn't be here if he didn't have to.

It's not pity that you feel for this immeasurably powerful being, but something like confusion. For a moment, you see a wounded animal limping on the side of the road after trying to hunt something much greater than itself. It's nature, in a way.

He must have caught that image in the reflection of your eyes, because the way his frown deepens into a scalding snarl has you instantly cowering like a leaf in the wind.

" Come. " They begin, causing your heart to leap into your throat. " Your first trial greets you. "

First trial...? Him? Before you have the chance to utter a single thing, Krulu raises a finger.

" Remember this. All you do is only ever permitted. "

Brows furrowing in an attempt to make sense of his riddle-like wording, you ultimately opt not to spend too much time standing around like an idiot and begin awkwardly closing the distance.

On the second step, something unseen and long bats itself onto the floor hard enough to make the ground shake violently. You fall onto your ass with a pained grunt, horrified and further confused.

" Must I open those ears? " He sneers, a pair of long arms crossed over his chest.

" N- No! I'm sorry- " Palms show in what you hope might placate the being. He's not stomping after you at least. That slitted stare is expectant however.

What does he want now? He said for you to approach, so what was so wrong there...?

All you do is only ever permitted.

Ah. Permission.

Doe eyes glance up. " May I walk towards you? " This sounds like a waste of time, frankly. But you have no idea how gods operate. Maybe this is standard etiquette for them.

His glare softens when you guess what to do correctly. " No. "

Uh. Okay.

" You may not. Crawl, like the worm you are. "

Sighing, you swallow the thoughts that second-guess your prior decision and lower to your hands and knees. The trek towards Krulu isn't long, but it manages to feel depressingly unflattering all the same.

You don't feel sexy or confident, just demeaned. This is not a place for confidence. It's hard to tell what his endgame here is.

" Enough. "

Cautious, your hands settle on your knees and you straighten up, awfully close to the large being's groin. Afraid even looking that way can incite their wrath, scared hues cast themselves to the candles again, trying to siphon that warmth.

The scream you let out once something grabs your whole head cuts off into a startled gasp as it's swiveled back to his likeness.

" On this altar, your eyes are to be fixed on me. "

" Y- Yes, lord. "

It seems the sooner you act accordingly, the faster he stops inducing fear on you, grip relenting.

Another standstill unfurls.

The persistent inability to know what to do next causes slight irritation to bud within you, but all he does is wave one hand dismissively, as if to tell you he's getting bored. To get on with it. You really hope that you didn't misinterpret it when he said "trial." You hope and pray you're not going to get ripped in two with these next words.

" May- " The hairs on your back stand and your voice escapes, defying your will, making you sincerely consider running from this creature. Even if it means certain death. " May I service you? " It comes out your mouth murmured, the death rattle of all dignity.

" Yess. "

With a gulp, you chance a glance at what you're working with, thanking the slight amount of illumination currently available. Like many other monsters you know of, at first glance, Krulu's pelvis appears barren of genital attributes. Though, given his size, it would be a bit hard to miss a thin seam of yellow where his slit parts slightly in this squatted position. Or is it just that he's already bothered? By you? No. No, there's no way...

So, a phallus at least. You're hoping. Who knows what the fuck could be in that pouch at this rate. But that's not the only thing you can see from this position. There's... Something moving below. With a confused squint, you tilt your head and note what appears to be two appendages parting ways like petals unfurling. More yellow reveals itself to you, two small and pointed growths curve forward. It takes you a moment to realize that you're looking at his strange, alien vulva.

Two sets. They really weren't kidding when they called this a "trial". Even when you scoot closer, the nervousness must be crawling all over your face, because he makes a comment.

" Explore. I will correct you. "

Far from reassuring. But then again, he must be incapable of such. Or just uncaring, that's more likely. What are you to him, if not the toy you agreed to be?

Well, time to be smart about things.

Time to set aside the mania in your brain telling you that you, a mere human, are going to engage sexually with a being whose oppressive totality you can't even comprehend, and focus on making things easier for you. Chances are that, taking this entity's magnificent size into account, avoiding his slit is a more intelligent choice. You don't need to be a scientist to know whatever's coming out of that will be scarily massive. Unmanageable perhaps. You're not looking forward to being literally impaled in an effort to appease a charred god.

Heading for his lower set is, by far, the safest bet.

Spreading your legs, your stature sinks further, and you can angle yourself to be mostly beneath his foreign pussy. The deity hums at your choice, adjusting their stance slightly, hips canting and arms moving to support his frame as it is ever so slightly presented to you. Behind him, a rough tail sways slowly, like the pendulum of a clock.

Given a much better look now, you realize that his labia are actually prehensile, moving every now and then. His vaginal opening doesn't seem to differ all that much from a human's in structure, at least outwardly, but what catches your attention is what must be his clitori. Two of them! That must make orgasms fun... They're large too, seeming to poke out their hood without difficulty, like thorns on a rose. For a pause, you're just observing him.

" Do you think it wise to test my patience at this moment? " He says in response to your mute awe.

" N-No! Forgive me, lord. " The fear response has kicked in more effectively, though it's not enough to drown your fascination. " ... You're beautiful. "

Krulu genuinely blinks in surprise. Subtle shock is replaced by a frown. A long finger dances under your chin, claw dragging on the fickle flesh, forcing you forward when it hooks upwards. " Pleasure, pet. Not flattery. "

Fair enough. You didn't mean to let that slip so easily.

Unsure how to go about this in a way that will please this being, whose sexual customs are vastly unknown, you figure starting timidly is smarter. Your hands lift, though the sharp glare you're given instantly make them dart to the marbled altar again.

" May-... May I use my hands? " Silence. " Please? "

" You may. "

At least that.

Tracing a slow path on the inside of this thighs, you edge upwards, marveling at the patterns engraved on the left one, scar tissue turned to infinite swirls. By the time you get to the inevitable, you begin by planting a kiss to the bottom of his entrance, trailing sloppy pecks upwards until your nose nudges against those two growths.

He looks down at you with an equally intense glare. Although where once it was filled with genuine irritation, now it's heated in a different way. No less intimidating however. A chuff is heard from above, those clits flex against the air in a motion that you find oddly erotic in spite of never having had contact with his species before.

A timid lap across the length of his opening is all you can manage to delay before focusing on those two. They look sensitive, they must be naturally, you fear too much direct stimulation can overwhelm him like it does some people. But it only takes a few experimental laps and kisses for him to "correct you". A palm drives your head harder against those buds, and he grinds on your face with a flex of long legs.

" I am not made of porcelain, lesser. "

" F- Forgive me- " Pressed against his cunt hard, all you can do is mumble the words onto it, face aflame. He seems to like the vibrations anyway.

" Take them into your mouth. "

Oh. Right, you can probably do that.

Circling one of their clits with a stubby tongue, you slip it into your warmth and, for lack of any guidance, suck on it cautiously. Krulu grunts something you can't interpret out, sighing when you pop it off your mouth to take care of the twin. With enough care, you manage to slip both in, sucking around the appendages, feeling them twitch on your tongue. It doesn't take long before he lets out a moan, this sound that seems to gently grace the walls, both high-pitched and low, as if two had reacted in unison.

It's a little hotter than it should be when he begins rolling against your mouth, almost causing you to bob. They taste of something intense, spreading an odd, nearly numbing tingle on your mouth. Something's popping in your tastebuds, bitter and sweet at different instances. It causes you to salivate excessively, drool trying its best to break down the complex substance you're coming in contact with. It's not an unpleasant flavor, so you find yourself easily suckling at him without a second thought.

The sound of faint dripping eventually breaks your focus.

You might be shamefully getting wet, but that's certainly not you. It takes a slight pause in your motions to incredulously peek down and spot his cunt clenching, empty, dripping slick in generous amounts. You hit the part of you that's drooling with a rolled up newspaper for being so impulsive. Still, when you quickly get back to servicing his clits, a stray hand coats itself in that viscous lubrication and you slip three fingers in without a hint of resistance. Then four. Honestly, you can slide your whole hand in there.

... Maybe you should?

Fuck it.

Your whole hand gets swallowed into Krulu's pussy, and while your eyes are wide in amusement, wondering if you could put your entire forearm in there, you're more focused in trying to find a spot to rub. It can't be that different from your anatomy, can it? You start palping and stroking with a purpose while slurping on him, determined to find that slightly ruggier tissue- Ah! There we are.

The higher arches, grunting, slipping more of your limb into himself with the jarring movement of his hips. It feels obscene, like you're fisting him. " Hhharder-! Harder, you hear me? "

He snarls, and like Hell you're going to risk unintentionally teasing him more. Your whole fucking palm rubs at what you think is his g-spot, feeling warm insides cling to your fingers, pulling you in with the force behind those reflexive pulses. Mesmerizing... This rolling rumble of a noise nearly shakes the walls, so you'll take it as a sign you're doing well. It's not too long before your arm is soaked by sloppy amounts of lubrication and your lips are puffed from sucking fattened clits. Krulu's sour disposition seems to be melting into a more tolerable demeanor, perhaps high on his enjoyment.

Better horny than angry, you guess.

More noises, this time from above, jolt your attention. Sensing movement, your eyes roam up to spot a sight that nearly makes you choke around the god's nubs. One hand coils over a glowing yellowed cock, shaped oddly just like the rest of him, some sections almost looking like rings. It strokes that length avidly, another hand from a different set of arms comes to rub circles around the head. He looks down at you lecherously, appearing to enjoy the show for a couple of heated moments where your gaze is locked on his and the massive being licks at their cruel grin.

When his head starts to tip upwards in the universal language of an approaching peak, Krulu drags you away from him by the neck, holding your pussy drool soaked face while the two of you catch your breath. The tingles on your tongue start to recede. The giant adjusts his position again, and this time, his massive cock faces you with a bob. Without extremities obscuring it, you can truly bask in its design, familiar, but so much better.

Your earlier point still stands however. There's absolutely no way in Heaven or Hell that cock is fitting anywhere inside you. Ever.

" Not as atrocious as I was expecting. But you are far from done, pet. "

Now curved forward, his great stature looms creepily. You don't see the nudge forward coming, nearly falling forth. Krulu makes an amused sort of titter.

" Resume. "

You almost don't want to crawl back towards him, but you know you need to tough through your own choice. He doesn't move a muscle, merely evaluating as you decide to start the same way you did with his cunt, kissing. One peck at the tip of his shaft, slicked by precum, then down the length you'll never take anywhere hopefully. It's admittedly impressive, the weight of it is such so that you require two hands to hold. And even then, you can't encompass his total girth. It's a beast of a cock, excusing the French.

Despite all odds, you try your best to do something that you think might pleasure him, struggling to jerk Krulu off. In fact, the motions are so clumsy that you believe he's purely just getting off on your pathetic attempts. Kitten licks are offered to a sensitive glans you can only suck at partially. The way those burning eyes shut just a bit further tells you he's at least taking enjoyment out of the whole thing.

It's still startling to feel something rough park at your bare pussy however. The rugged texture makes you believe it might be his tail for a second, but with the tapping of what can only be fingertips, you realize he's lowered a hand for you to sate yourself with. It rubs at your folds, spreading your own wetness and pressing knowingly over a bundle of nerves while you sigh around his girth.

" Are you daft? "

His voice isn't soothing at all. It's like... Wood bark in your ears, like branches snapping and scraping asphalt. You can only blink and gulp, befuddled.

" Fuck yourself on my fingers, you witless creature. "

That shouldn't have made your cunt clench the way it did. Though, at this point, you've stopped questioning why you're being aroused by gradually more obscene situations. In fact, enjoying this will make it a lot more bearable.

It's not too easy to multi-task, and given his impressive motor control of so many limbs, he must think your struggles are pitiful. Tentatively, you grind over his fingers, trying to slot them inside your warmth and getting struck by powerful shivers when he curls them helpfully. Thin and long, they slide into your walls with ease and reach places you've never been touched in before. Or maybe it's the way that he touches them. You have no doubt he could lift you by the cunt if he wanted to, and the bizarre thought has a quick moan making it past your lips, starting to roll into the friction with a little more gusto.

Krulu encourages you by hooking his phalange-like fingers, claws kept expertly folded. You feel your legs quaking and flexing in the wake of a god's touch, pleasure dawning upon you at a surprising rate. Although he's far from kind, far from safe, some itch in the back of your mind tells you to give in, to offer this entity your body and mind and all else they may crave of you. Because, somehow, someway, you understand that is your purpose. You understand you're looking at someone you should never defy and always, always seek to please.

He is your real God. And this is your new faith.

This sudden line of thought causes some genuine concern within you, as it's something completely out of left field. Never once have you felt so intensely about something. It must be his doing, it has to be. Ad yet, it feels right. Appropriate. Warming. You're not even aware your mouth is parted in silent bliss until Krulu appears to chuckle at your state.

" You will coat my hand in your effort to please me. And with your release, your role here is forever sealed. "

The hypnotizing finality of his statement is as striking as it is wonderfully arousing to you. Enough so that your heart cartwheels in your ribcage and your pace on his generous hand hastens. Maybe it won't even be so bad, you ponder while slicking his cock like a treat, you'd be protected, you wouldn't have to care about anything anymore. And you could get railed day and night by the monsters who lusted after you tonight, by the rest of them, the ones you can't help but fantasize about.

What would fucking the mimic be like? He deserves it for bringing you inside, for introducing you to your fate properly. And that slime, his kind has always exhibited such strange mating customs, how wild would things get? Oh, wasn't there a robot too? Your poor pussy drools as hard as your mouth does, each throbbing pulse of your walls hypnotically ebbing away your common sense. You're well aware pieces of your sanity have been chipping off like old pottery since the start of your contact with this god, but it doesn't feel as horrific as it should, it doesn't raise alarm or concern in you anymore.

Spiritualism isn't something you're very inclined to, but your mind tells you this is where you should be right now. And with that affirmation, everything seems to calmly slot into place again. Everything is as it should be.

" Y- Yes, my lord. "

Lashes flutter to a close briefly while you do your damndest to try to offer the deity more pleasure, unable to welcome him into your comparatively minuscule mouth. He grows fevered, legs shifting to feed more of himself into your grasp, likely frustrated by his mounting need, or perhaps being rough just for the sake of it. A jut of dark hips has that bright yellow length gliding on the side of your face in a debauched gesture that has you wondering if he could climax by simply grinding on your complexion. Eventually, slick, swift noises reach you, and judging by his moaning pants, you can only guess he's fingering himself to the scene.

Morbid curiosity has you peeking, the rhythmic plunging of equally dark digits into his sopping cunt confirming it. When you look back up, Krulu offers you a salacious rictus before thrusting hard, mean, just to jostle you.

" Lord- Lord Krulu- I'm doing my best, but I... I just can't fit you anywhere. I'm sorry- "

" Is it so? " The giant muses knowingly. " Well lesser, you will have to find a way to make me come somehow. Surprise me. "

Mind racing, you halt your motions on the now static hand between your legs, trying to figure something worth his time. A rotten little image finally surfaces, and you hope your filthy mind won't fail you now, of all times.

" Can... Can you please lower a bit more, Lordship? "

Krulu tilts their head subtly, elegant horns following, though your wish is granted. And so, you quickly scoot to be further beneath him, enough so that his heavy member rests on your front, from abdomen to chest and neck. The weight and warmth of it against your bare skin is a previously unknown sensation that you think you can get accustomed to, hands lifting to try to stimulate him in some manner, even pressing your breasts against him to whatever extent you can.

If he didn't think you were pitiful, he does now- Face flushed and dripping down his fingers, presenting yourself like some inanimate object to rut onto.

" Interesting... " He muses, and you can't be too sure if that's approval or an insult.

For some reason or another, the charred giant plays along, leaning forward to let himself grind against your body, each rock unavoidably powerful and gradually wetting you in his precum, a primitive marking ritual if there ever was one. Each back and forth has your face hotter than a furnace as you try, almost pointlessly, to lick at the end of him whenever it's close enough, oftentimes graced with a sloppy nudge against your cheek and mean-sounding chuckling from above.

Distantly, you wonder if this is what Admin goes through regularly. She's clearly his favorite, maybe this is a daily thing for them. It's easy to understand why her reverence of this being is so genuine and unbreakable. You can't help think that you'd be drawn here anyway, sooner or later.

Nothing matters anymore except doing as you're told, shuddering out moans and trying your best, apparently doing enough to warrant a reward as Krulu begins plunging his digits into you faster and harder than you've ever been fingered before, having tears prick at the corners of your eyes as it feels like he's fucking you himself in spite of being currently held between your breasts and arms. There's no mistaking the growls that dip into snarls low enough to rattle you, felt between every point of contact you have, rippling on your form, only speeding up your own approaching end.

Unable to squirm away from the relentless finger-fucking, it's all too soon before you're taken to the edge and near effortlessly tipped into a raging orgasm. Although it surprises you enough to let out a scream-like cry of ecstasy, you soon realize you're dealing with a god. He could probably kill you from orgasmic bliss alone if he wanted to. And you definitely feel something in your mind short-circuit, vision blurring with each pulse of a throbbing cunt around speedy, thin extremities. You're faintly aware of the fact that you just gushed onto Krulu's hand. Though neither of you are very concerned with that, you only struggle to breathe in the wake of growing overstimulation, arms now limp and body nearly falling back from how tensely it arches.

This feels like more than just an orgasm, if that's even possible.

Your lord detaches himself from your figure entirely, leaving a sweaty, goosebump-covered body to heave and sway, nipples as pert as the still twitching clit between your jelly-like legs. It's increasingly hard to focus on anything but the soft murmuring of the candles and the way light flickers off tapestry, but you register the motion of your head being yanked upwards to face Krulu while he rises to pump himself over you feverishly.

The erotic bucking of his hips into several pairs of lewdly moving hands over his own cock is hypnotizing. You can't help but watch his face keep contorting into different expressions of equally intense pleasure, until, all of a sudden, he makes a sound you can only call a roar. Loud and throaty and self-indulgent, reverberating in the very depths of your soul and rattling your skull with its volume.

The first splatter of cum on your body is jarring, eliciting a startled yelp followed by a heated groan when it's followed by more and more shots, all thick coats of Krulu's enjoyment of you. His approval of a brand new servant. Their seed all but leaves no part of you untouched, wide eyes having to shut themselves so as to not get pelted in the process. You can't help gasping and moaning like an animal at the sensation. Globs cascade down your belly and slide across your entrance. There's little else your boiled mind can do aside from merely pant and remain still like a depraved figurine covered in pearly white wax.

" Welcome to The Clergy's Eye, my present. "

Is the last thing you're able to coherently interpret before your mind starts distorting things again.

In between the following moments, could have been seconds or hours for all you'll ever know, you recall the image of a somewhat concerned and agitated green man with a pumpkin for a head looking you over. He murmured something fogged and unintelligible to your drunken self and seemed to carry you elsewhere in a hurry, much too fast for your muddled thought process and reflexes.

The glow of the elevator hurts your eyes.

The ballerina spins slowly on top of her stage, a soft, cheerful tune ringing across paint-splattered orange walls, the sound of rain softly cascading outside adding a homely element to things.

You sigh, comforted, leaning into Vinnel's gloved motions as he ties pink lace around your neck and forms a ribbon on the back. His gurgled hums fall in tune with the melody and he appears to be genuinely content. He always is when he gets to dress you up, it's become a beloved part of his routine.

" There we are, my pretty poppet! Do a spin for me! " The jester suddenly peels back, twirling in the air.

You stand in the frilled pink and white dress outfit he spent the better part of an hour perfecting, feeling gorgeous, softly painted cheeks rising and creasing the corners of your eyes when you smile for him. Grabbing the hem of your dress, you spin twice and feel warm at his exaggerated reaction.

" Uhuhuhuhu! Showstopping! Brilliant! " Vinnel titters, clapping enthusiastically before landing on the ground of his room to lightly boop you on the nose. " You're ready to head out then, missus. "

" Thank you, Vinnel. " And even though you sound perfectly innocent, when you hug him, one of your hands drifts down to palm at the heart shape on his groin, rewarded with a husky growl.

" Go on now, poppet. It's too early for games, you little slut. " He muses, stepping away to open the main door in his room so the two of you can head out.

Today, Admin requested to have breakfast with you, so you dutifully get on the elevator and head to the restaurant floor, finding the woman already seated in a pristine table, waving you over. Your feet quickly trot you over to her, sitting obediently and greeting your superior.

" Well well, look at our little model today. " She teases.

" Ah, thank you! Vinnel outdid himself. "

" Certainly. This is much more palatable than the bruises he likes to put on you usually. " You have to agree with her here, some spots of your body are still sore where he clawed at days ago.

Grimbly eventually zooms his way to the two of you with a tray containing your breakfast. A variety of pastries deposited on your side while Admin seemed to only want her coffee, always a shade of black so intense that it made it look as if she was drinking a void. The waiter wags his tail and beams at you, placing a sweet kiss to your cheek and cooing at your look before being waved away by the brunette.

" How do you feel about your stay here so far? Correct me if I'm wrong, but you didn't appear to regret your decision. " She sips from the steaming cup.

The answer is almost automatic.

" O-Oh, it's been really nice! Everyone wants me here so much, I... I like all my coworkers, it really feels like home. " You confess, feeling a tad sheepish but standing by your words. " I can't describe how fulfilled I am nowadays. I'm happy when... Everyone's happy. It's hard to explain but I really feel like I've gained- "

" Purpose? "

You pause. Yeah. That's precisely the word. How come she's always so right? " Exactly. "

Admin nods, a tiny smile on small lips. She got whatever response she wanted out of you, it appears.

" I'm glad we see things similarly. " Her eyes unfocus, following the swirl of her bottomless coffee cup as if it calls to her sweetly. " It's... Nice, having a human acquaintance here. " It's said with a hint of shock, as if the revelation surprised even her.

You can't help but preen under the praise, offering the woman one of your palmiers. She declines politely, and it's when you return to staring at your plates that you finally see the little note attached to one of them.

Good morning, love. I'll see you soon, hopefully.

A small series of scribbled hearts circle the message, you know exactly who it's from.

" Santi. "

There's a hum from the brunette in front of you. " Mhm, he paid for those. "

" Aw... That's really sweet of him. " Truly, he's always been a sweetheart, since the very start of all this, however long ago that was. Time is barely a concern for you anymore.

" Sometimes he still gloats about being the first you chose, you know? " She grins for a short second. " I think you inflated his ego forever. "

The knowledge makes you actually burst out laughing for a few hearty second where the sound echoes off the vastly empty restaurant. That's adorable, honestly.

" Oh , he might just become my favorite if he keeps buying me treats like this. " A joke you know, had you said it to the rest of them, an argument would instantly break out.

" Why shouldn't he treat you a little today? " Admin's brow rises, head tilted in that way that almost reminds you of Krulu, when he's more comfortable. Still, she knows something you don't, causing you to blink and sit there like a dumbfounded donkey.

" ... You haven't put it together yet, have you? "

No. No, you haven't.

The chestnut-eyed woman crosses her legs and snickers quietly. A couple of seconds pass where she expects you to make a sudden discovery, but the eureka moment isn't coming any time soon.

Finally, she takes mercy on you with a shake of the head. " It's been a year since you were gifted to us. "

...

A year. Has it been that long already? It felt like a miserable few months, if that much. Everything is just so fast here, it really does feel like yesterday when you were screaming at Hellion and Pebble in the garden.

Has it really been that long since you left everything behind?

Strangely enough, bits and pieces of your life before becoming a part of The Clergy are becoming harder to recall in clear detail, faces blur and places become nameless. You don't know what you used to do for a living, or what your routine is. Where did you even live? It doesn't sound important anymore. It isn't.

You're exactly where you should be.

Suddenly, the seat you're currently on ripples and shifts bizarrely, a vibrating purr-like noise spreading across your legs as the chair appears to grow a discolored grayish set of shackled arms and grasps your stocking-clad thighs with them, something wet and slimy brushes against your ankles. The mimic relishes your startled yelp and only holds onto you harder, tittering at having fooled you efficiently. That goofy bastard.

" Hm, they're going to be all over you today... " She sighs like a disappointed babysitter.

" Get ready. "

[sugurufic]

What about Gojo and Geto (separately) they love their the reader but they don't admitted to eachother neither the reader,until they go to the beach with the school and the reader drown so the boys went towards them in the water saving them, and when they got them they went out of the water doing that cool pose holding the reader in bridal style before placing them on the sand doing cpr

In the end they confess they're love to eachother 💗

Maybe add some angst? Like Gojo and Geto thinks that their crush is dead?

Thank u in advance

this prompt took me a while to figure out how to write, hence the time it took to respond. I hope you enjoy this ^.^ (could only write for gojo because exams T.T)

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It's a beautiful day, Gojo thinks, smiling as he watches you and Utahime splash water on each other, sitting under the umbrella to save himself from the scorching sun.

He is sipping his coconut water, pretending to sleep behind his opaque glasses while his bright blue eyes focus on your beautiful figure, following your bright yellow swimsuit as you go further into the waves, the distant sound of your giggles music to his ears. Suguru isn't there to tease him; he is away with Nanami to get everyone ice cream.

Gojo rests his eyes only for a single moment - a moment where everything that could go wrong goes wrong. Your giggles fade, and the waves are suddenly too loud - a shriek that jolts him from his serene thoughts, then everything falling silent as he fails to spot your yellow swimsuit anywhere.

His six eyes frantically look for you, where the current of the Pacific Ocean might have dragged you. Gojo's long legs have kicked off, and running to the water, glasses forgotten and practically floating on the sand and into the water, swimming to catch a glimpse of you. He is working on pure adrenaline, frantically praying to whatever gods are listening to keep you safe. Utahime’s screams for help fall on his ears, only adding to his panic.

Gojo is already in waist deep water, his ears filled with his own distraught heartbeat. His electric blue eyes widened, unblinking, afraid to miss even a slight sight of you. His six eyes frantically flicker to catch a flash of yellow in the blue ocean water. It’s a battle against time, a battle which he cannot afford to lose. There’s so many things to do, so many words left to be said, there's only so much time left!

Tears prickle his eyes from the terror of losing the person possibly the most important to him and the salt from the ocean, but he doesn’t dare blink. The tears warm his red face, unwilling to sacrifice even a millisecond that could potentially endanger your life even more. His large hands shake uncontrollably, freezing even amidst the heat.

A shiver of relief runs down his spine at the sight of your yellow swimsuit and he rushes into the deep water, large hand grasping your still shoulder and pulling you away with all the strength he could muster. Once back in the waist deep water, Gojo pulls you into his arms, arms slung under your shoulders and below your knees to carry you out of the water. His heart threatens to claw out of his throat as he doesn’t feel you move against him, not even a little. His overworked brain struggles to recall the basics of CPR - trying to recall the mantra-like chant he had been made to remember during his school days. Some semblance of a memory comes to him - however it does little to soothe his nerves.

Gently lowering your still form on the dry sand, Satoru falls to his knees beside you, frantically pushing the heel of his hand at the centre of your chest. He keeps pressing down and releasing the pressure until the salty ocean water begins to escape from your mouth. It’s a good sign. Blue eyes drowning behind tears and pale face turned red - Satoru is a pillar of panic in that moment, pushing on your chest until you’ve stopped throwing up water. 

The chest compressions do nothing - your chest does not rise and fall as it should, body still as a statue. Your skin has wrinkled from the sheer amount of water it has absorbed and your complexion dulled - it’s making him think of a sight he doesn’t allow himself to word. Instead, he focuses on recalling CPR lessons while repeatedly doing chest compressions.

A thought crosses his frantic head and he leans lower, holding your chin with one hand to open your mouth while the other closes your nose. Taking deep breaths, he exhales with his lips on yours - they are cold to the touch, fueling his panic. He has always imagined your lips to be warm, to feel them against his, and now that it was happening he doesn’t want it this way; with you being cold and unresponsive.

It takes quite a while for your breaths to return with a gasp, and you cough up some more seawater right on Satoru’s pretty face - but he doesn’t mind at all. He’s too relieved to care about the water on his face. 

Shoko sits beside him now, having run all the away from the restaurant. She does her magic, and your coughing fits stop with your eyes flickering behind the eyelids. 

When you open your eyes with a gasp, suddenly sitting up, your head bumps into Satoru’s. Still disoriented, you lay back down on the sand, the white mop of Satoru’s hair blurring with the bright blue sky. You aren’t even sure if that is him - maybe you are imagining things.

“Ow,” Satoru mumbles, rubbing his head. You’re breathing, squinting. You’re moving. He keeps repeating the words to himself, holding your hand to comfort both you and himself. They way your fingers tightly wrap around his is the reassurance that he needed.

With your brows knitted together and lips glued shut, you shake your head, trying to get back your bearings. The hand in yours - possibly Satoru’s - is your tether to the conscious world, one that you aren’t ready to let go just yet. Finally you manage to open your eyes, only to have your friend hovering over you, his bright blue eyes peering into yours.

“Hello there, Satoru,” You try to joke, but your voice comes out choked - it is from the salt water - and your throat burns a little as well.

“You scared the shit out of me,” He complains, white brows scrunching together in a frown.

“Sorry,” you mumble, your throat still burning. “Can you take me somewhere inside?”

He nods before promptly picking you up, bridal style and you have half the mind to be embarrassed, as your heart thunders against your ribcage, finally spotting Shoko behind you, watching the two of you with a slight smile. You sheepishly grin at her, trying to mask your embarrassment. 

Shoko accompanies you inside the resort’s room, directing the stewards there to bring you all sorts of things - electrolyte solutions, juices, and energy drinks. When you complain about the burning sensation in your throat, she makes you drink a ton of water - and then asks for a steamer. You still haven’t gotten all your bearings back so she explains to Satoru what he needs to do to take care of you, and cares for you that he does. He’s with you for the next two hours, making you drink electrolyte solutions, feeding you soup, ensuring that you are hydrated and helping you clean out your hair. It’s like you have got a personal nurse in him.

“I am so grateful to you for saving me, Satoru,”

“Well, you should be.” Satoru pouts. “I had to kiss you to save you,”

“On a second thought, you should’ve left me to die,”

“And let you live this down?” He smirks. “No, never.”

“Oh great sorcerer Satoru, how will I ever pay you back?” you roll your eyes, annoyed.

“You should return that kiss you stole from me.” He narrows his eyes at you, a rare evening seeing him without his opaque glasses for so long.

“Oi, you are the one who stole a kiss from me,” you sneer. “You should be the one returning it.”

“Oh yeah? Would you like that?” He raises his brow with a smirk.

“Would you like that?” You tease him. It’s comical how his eyes widen, but he quickly recovers.

“Kissing a pretty woman whose life I saved?” His smooth voice is teasing. “I’d like that very much. In fact, I think I should’ve done that a while ago.”

It’s now your turn to be flustered. “What do you mean?” you ask, voice coming softer than you intended.

He’s sitting beside you now, nose brushing against yours. “I think… we would be great as more than friends,” his big blue eyes fall down to your lips once before settling on your eyes. “Don’t you think so?”

You do - but you don’t say it, opting to close the minuscule gap between the two of you instead. You slot your lips against his in a kiss that languid and slow, full of desires and feelings that are yet to be said.

“At least take me out on a date first,” he softly chuckles when you pull back.

“How does Saturday 6 pm sound to you?” you wink, maintaining a serious voice. “Dress nicely for me, princess,”

“Sounds perfect,” Gojo chuckles, batting his pretty eyelashes at you.

A/N: Gojo is my beautiful princess with a disorder

[pinesfamilyguidetotheweird]

Ford Pines Headcanons Part 02

Bad Touch

Because of his experiences during Weirdmageddon, Ford doesn’t like being touched around his neck, wrists, and ankles (usually by surprise). He’ll usually react violently or just freeze up. Those areas are also very sensitive now and he wears compress sleeves on his wrists due to the nerve damage.

Tattoo Gone

The only good thing out of the electrocutions. The horrible scars pretty much got rid of Ford’s really embarrassing tattoo.

Love for Cats

He adores cats and always wanted to get one, but life happens (between his research, Bill, and being stuck in the multiverse). One of his favorite cat facts is that a cat’s purr can heal.

Quiet and Tiny

Ford was born tiny and quiet. He was, like, four pounds and didn’t let out a cry. Not long after his birth, he was having some trouble breathing, but it was able to be regulated…still gave quite the scare though. Stan was reminded of this when Dipper was born, as the boy had an umbilical cord wrapped around his neck.

First Act of Trust

For the first few decades of Ford’s life, his main sign of becoming trusting is in the form of a handshake, since this is him trusting the person not to freak out or judge his polydactyl.

Silent Nightmares

When people experience nightmares, they usually make some kind of noise, be it some mumbles, cries, or maybe even a whimper depending how distressing it is. Ford, however, had to train himself not to make a single noise in his sleep, unless he’d wind up getting undesired attention from anything looking for him, be it a predator or a bounty hunter. Same is said for movement. He doesn’t toss and turn or anything of the like.

Itty Bitty Little Space

As opposed to Stan’s claustrophobia, Ford actually likes small, dark, and tight spaces. It made him feel safe.

Not Too Tall

I do think that Ford is a tad shorter than Stan, maybe like 5’10”

Mild Malnourishment

Due to relying on special nutrient pills for the past three decades, Ford is a bit undernourished and underweight. By how much…not too much. Men of his height (say 5’10”) would have a healthy weight of 130~170 (according to BMI Range). So, maybe we can range Ford’s weight to be between 120~130.

Tiny Stomach

Again, because of his reliance on the pills, Ford can’t eat normal food (unless it's mushy and bland; even then, he’d still have some difficulty digesting it) and his stomach is smaller than normal.

[whispering-ways]

☆・✷ physics problems (pt. 2) ✷・☆

☆ summary: you have a breakdown over your physics test scores and katsuki overhears you

☆ pairing: kastuki bakugo x (female implied) reader

☆ tags: cursing, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), nicknames like sweetheart and darling

☆ notes: sorry it took so long to write this guys! it's my first week back in college so i've just been a little busy :/ hope you guys like it! :)

Every hour of the next day seemed to drag on forever; it felt like 3 pm would never come. You spent every hour thinking about Katsuki and spending time with him. Specifically thinking about this dream from last night where you and Katsuki.... never mind. These last couple of hours wouldn’t go by any faster if you kept thinking about how badly you wanted him. You shook your head, trying to clear all thoughts of him from your brain as you stepped into the gym for a quick workout. 

You got on the treadmill and started to get into the groove of a run. It didn’t help though, your mind slowly drifting back to thoughts of Kastuki again. He’d always looked good, but after years of training and maturing into his looks, he was undeniably hot. And of course, you didn’t have a crush on him just for his looks, but they were definitely an added bonus.

You didn’t know whether it was his piercing red eyes, the confidence he always carried himself with, or the physique he’d managed to fill into, but something about him was so alluringly attractive. You were so distracted thinking about him that when the beep of the treadmill echoed out indicating you were done with your workout, it startled you, bringing you back to reality.

You left the gym and took a quick shower, hoping some cold water would flush the thoughts out of your head before you had to see Katsuki. There was only about an hour left now before you had to head to his room and you hurried to your room to choose what to wear. After much deliberation, you set on a white tank top and leggings; simple but perfect for a study session. You only had about 15 minutes left, so you gathered up all the things you needed to study in your backpack and headed to Katsuki’s room.

Walking to his room, you took a deep breath to calm your nerves. You couldn't believe you were actually going to study with him, much less in his room. It seemed like he hated helping anyone or bringing anyone to his personal space so it was a little strange to you that he’d offer to study in his room, but nevertheless, you were happy that he did. 

You hesitated for a moment before knocking at his door. The door swung open almost instantaneously to reveal Kastuki in a black compression tee tucked into a pair of grey sweatpants. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he looked out right now. Your eyes looked him up and down before returning to look right into his eyes.

“Are you just gonna keep on staring or are you actually coming inside?” Katsuki said with a smirk as he leaned against the door frame. 

“S-sorry, yeah I’ll...uhh...come in,” you said with a blush painting your cheeks. He moved to let you pass and you walked in. You looked around his room, which seemed pretty minimal. It made sense though, he was a no-nonsense type of guy. The only personal touch to his room were two All Might figures on his nightstand near a miniature replica of his gauntlets. 

Katsuki shut the door and then sat at a floor desk he had set up for studying. “Well don’t just fucking stand there, sit down so we can get started dumbass,” he said. You hurriedly sat down, carefully putting your bag to the side. You pulled out a notebook and some notes from class and you both started to get to work. 

“Ok, let’s see how fucked you really are first. I printed out some practice problems from this unit that should cover a little bit of everything. Do the problems and then we can figure out what we need to review so we don’t waste time reviewing bullshit you already know well,” Kastuki explained, pulling out a couple of sheets that he’d stashed into his textbook.

You got to work immediately. You did your best, but you had to admit, you were definitely very clueless. It took you about 30 minutes to finish up all the questions, but after you were done, you handed the sheets back to Katsuki. He started to grade the papers, but as he went through each and every problem, his face looked more and more confused. 

“What the fuck is this? Have you not paid any attention at all in class or something? You’ve got all the formulas right, but you’re using the wrong formulas for the most basic shit! No wonder you’re fucking failing!” he exclaimed. “You know what, let’s start from the basics. Maybe if we can drill those into you and make them second nature, you’ll start getting this shit right.” He pulls out his textbook and starts flipping through the different chapters until he finds the one he was looking for. 

“Okay, so here’s the chapter that we’re reviewing in class, maybe going through this shit will help you see the connection between the formulas and the questions.” You lean over your side of table to see the textbook better before he lets out a frustrated sigh and says “Just get up and sit next to me, no fucking use of leaning over like that, you’re not gonna be able to see shit anyways.”

You shift your stuff near Katsuki and sit near him, trying not to think about how close you were to him. You did your best to concentrate, but it was hard when Katsuki’s face was just a few inches from you. Trying to not think about how nice it’d be to kiss him seemed even harder than physics right now.  You start truly paying attention to the textbook and doing your best to get the concepts. The way Katsuki was explaining them though definitely did help; he broke down everything in a way that was a lot easier to understand than how you’d been reviewing the content. 

Katsuki looked over at you to see how you were doing after about a half over of going through the textbook. Your face had determination written all over it, your eyebrows furrowed together as you paid careful attention to what he said. He hated to say it, but it was pretty endearing to see how focused and in the zone you were. He could tell you were trying your best but with the way things were going it seemed like just reading through the book wasn’t going to help. 

He closed the book with a loud thud, making you jump. “Hold on, let me try to find a video or some shit so you can understand this better. There’s no use reading this fucking book if you’re clearly not fucking getting it,” Katsuki barked, annoyed with the little progress you were making. He honestly thought it’d be a lot easier than this. Trying to find a way for you to grasp the basic was getting to be a pain in the ass, but he was doing his best to not show it.

He got up, grabbed his laptop, and sat on his bed. He typed for a second, before looking up at you to say “Well what are you fucking waiting for? Get on the bed. I’m not sitting on the floor anymore, my fucking back is hurting.”

You scramble up and join him on the bed. He starts playing a video of some Indian tutor explaining kinetic energy, the primary focus of the current unit. But yet again, you just can’t seem to focus on the material; all you could really focus on was Katsuki. You were trying, truly, to pay attention. But it was a little hard to focus when you were so close to him that you can see him breathing in and out. Every breath he took flexed his muscles ever so slightly. It was impossible for you not to sneak a couple of glances at him while watching the videos. 

Katsuki feels your eyes on him. They’re only on him in quick glances, but it still pisses him off. You should be paying attention to the videos, not him. He had to admit though that your glances were definitely making him flustered. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t think you were attractive and judging by the way you were looking at him, he guessed that you thought the same about him. With the way you were so focused on him, he’d be an absolute dumbass not to have picked up on that earlier. Nevertheless, you both were here to study and his main priority for now was getting you to understand at least a little bit of the unit. 

After the video finished, Katsuki flipped through the textbook to find a practice problem based on the concepts you just saw. “Ok listen up, this one shouldn’t be too fucking hard. Do the problem just like they explained in the video and you should get the shit right,” he said, pushing the textbook toward you. 

You worked carefully through the problem, taking careful attention to finish ieach and every step just like mentioned in the video. After about 5 minutes, you had finished all the work for the problem and you handed over your notebook to him to show him your work. Kastuki skimmed his eyes over the page, fully expecting you to get this question right.

To his surprise, although you used the correct steps and formulas, you’d gotten all the constants mixed up. There just seemed to be no way to get you to understand anything. “Are you fucking with me or are you being for real?” Kastuki barked.

You turned towards him, absolutely confused. “W-What do you mean? I did what you asked. Did I do something wrong??

That was all it took to set Katsuki off. “I don’t know, did you do something wrong?! I’ve been giving you the simplest fucking shit from the unit, and you still can’t seem to get it right! I mean come on, a toddler could do this shit! And if it was just formulas, maybe it wouldn’t even be so fucking bad, but once you get formulas right, you start fucking up on the constants. It’s like your brain can’t handle two things at the same fucking time!” 

You flinched, taken aback by the harshness of his words. “I promise I’m trying my best Katsuki! I really am doing my best to study and get them right!” you exclaimed, trying to explain yourself.

“Trying to do to your best my ass! All afternoon you’ve done nothing but ogle me and don’t you dare try and deny it because I’ve seen you. All fucking day you’ve been looking at me!” Katsuki yelled. He was right, you couldn’t even deny it; all you could do was hang your head in shame. 

“Don’t look all sad now, you know what you were fucking doing, “ he said grabbing your chin and tilting your face upwards so you had no choice but look him right in the eye. “Maybe that’s why you’re failing. Every time you’re studying, you’re really just  thinking about me fucking you huh? Don’t try to deny it, I heard you fucking call my name out last night so I know you’re thinking of me.” he asked, the intensity of his eyes piercing right through you,

Although Katsuki was pretty pissed at your progress, or lack thereof, he had to say that looking at you all nervous and embarassed definitely was turning him on.  The cherry red blush on your cheeks coupled with those wide eyes looking up at him? Just too adorable. He wanted to just throw care to the wind and kiss you, but you needed to study. Out of the blue, an idea popped into Katsuki’s head.

A mischievous grin spread across Katsuki’s face. If you weren’t nervous before, you definitely were now. “You know what? Since nothing seems to keep you focused on studying, let’s try a different approach - one that will have you thinking about only me,” he said in a low, suggestive tone that sent shivers down your spine.

Before you could blink, Kastuki grabbed your wrists and pinned you down on the bed. You looked up at him, eyes wide, as he said “Alright here’s what we’re fucking do. I’m gonna ask you a question, and if you get it right, you get a reward, got it? If you don’t want to do this, say something right fucking now and I’ll let go, but if not, I’m going to continue.”

You stayed silent, your heart beating so fast that it felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. “Good. First question, if potential energy is associated with position, kinetic energy is associated with what?” Katsuki asked.

You racked your brain and although you weren’t too sure, you mumbled out an answer, “M-motion?”

“That’s right, good job. Now time for your reward,” he said before leaning down to kiss you. The kiss startled you but gradually eased into it. It was surprisingly gentle, something you didn’t expect from someone who could be so brash. Your head felt like it was spinning: this felt like a dream. Just yesterday, you were thinking about him and now it’s turning into a reality. You couldn’t believe you were actually kissing Kastuki.

 His lips travel past yours to your collarbone, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake. As he brought his lips close to yours again, you leaned closer expecting him to kiss you again. “Mm not yet, my impatient girl, you’ve got to answer another question if you want another reward,” he said pulling back with a chuckle.

The pout on your face was absolutely irresistible and made Katsuki want to come back and kiss you, but where’s the fun in that? “Alright sweetheart, next question. What theorem says that an average force acting on an object makes a push or pull, making a change in momentum?” he asked. You knew the answer to this was something to do with impulse, but you wondered what’d happen if you gave him the wrong answer.

“Uhhhh...is it...Newton’s second law?” you said tentatively.

All he says is ‘wrong’ before shifting one of his hands to the small of your back to pull you closer and start making out with you. This time it was far rougher than last time. He took no time to slip in his tongue, making you feel warm all over. You couldn’t even think; your head was overwhelmed with the feelings of his lips and his hands on you.

You could get used to punishment like this. You loved when he treated you soft, but something about him going rough now just set you ablaze. He lets go of your wrists to switch positions, his back now pressed against the headboard of his bed. He pulled you into his lap and continued to kiss you. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, the intensity of his eyes making you squirm.

“You ready for the next question sweetheart? Are displacement and velocity both vectors?” he asked. You spent a moment trying to remember before settling on a guess of yes. Luckily you were right and you waited expectantly for your reward. “Oh sweetheart, you thought you’d get another fucking reward for answering it right? I know you got the last one fucking wrong on purpose. So you know what? You don’t get any more rewards.”

He pulled you close and your arms automatically moved to wrap around his neck. His hand slipped to the back of your head to pull your head back slightly, giving him access to now kiss your neck. He started off gentle and then soon built up to marking your neck up. Your neck was left with multiple little hickeys that stopped right at the neckline of your shirt. 

“Just take my shirt off already please, I can’t take any more teasing,” you pleaded. Katsuki laughed, “Be patient, I got you, sweetheart.” He took your top off, throwing it to the side. Immediately his hands were on your breasts, massaging the soft skin through your bra. You stopped him, gently lifting his hands from your chest. He looked up at you, worried he’d gone too far, but that feeling dissipated as soon as he saw you taking your bra off.

You tossed your bra aside and put his hands back on your breasts. It felt so much better than him feeling you through the fabric of your bra. His hands were the perfect combination of rough and soft. Kastuki leaned down to pepper some kisses on the top of your breasts, trailing down to the center of your chest. He bit down on the side of one of your breast, sending pleasure all through you. You moaned out, the mix of pleasure and pain making your toes curl. Kastuki leaned back to see the pretty marks he’d made all over you, proud of his artwork.

“Now we’ve got something only you and I can see, but extras still know your fucking mine,” he said with a smile. “Lay down for me sweetheart and I’ll make you feel even better.” He lifted you off his lap and you were surprised how easy it was for him to pick you up. You laid down and you felt his eyes looking you up and down.

“I know you know you’re pretty so I’m not gonna fucking tell you that. But you really are fucking gorgeous,” he said leaning down to leave a trail of kisses starting from your breasts and moving down. He got on top of you and went back up to kiss you, massaging your breasts again. His hands slowly moved downwards and ghosted his hands right over your pussy. He looked at you for any sign of discomfort before starting to slowly rub your clit. 

He kept kissing you and gradually worked his way to rub along your slit, but came back again to rub your clit again. He moved down, leaving kisses in his wake and lighting your skin on fire,  stopping only at your pussy. He left soft and gently kisses down your inner thigh and licked a stripe of skin, resting his lips right near your lips. 

He looked up at you for a moment and said, “You have no fucking clue how many nights I’ve imagined what it’d feel like to do this.” You barely had a second to get yourself together before Katsuki dove right into eating you out like it was his last meal. He lapped at your clit, trying to find out what’d make you cum. Judging from your moans though, he’d say he was definitely doing a good job of making you feel good. 

Your back arched and you squirmed from the pleasure you felt and Katsuki took that as a sign to amp it up a notch. He licked along your slit and then started sucking right on your bundle of nerves. 

“K-katsuki ~,” you whined, and somehow hearing you call out his name made him want to please you even more. It was like music to his ears. “Keep fucking moaning like that baby,” he growled out. He kept sucking your clit and slipped two fingers inside your pussy, slowly pumping them in and out of you. You moaned out again, head spinning with pleasure, which just made Katsuki’s attack on your pussy grow even faster. 

He pulled off your clit just to kiss you again. You could taste your juices on his tongue when he slipped it inside of your mouth, continuing to pump his fingers at a relentless pace. WIth every pump, his fingers kept hitting your sweet spot and you felt the pleasure build up inside of you bit by bit. “Are you gonna cum, sweetheart?” Kastuki asked.

“Y-yes, gonna...c-cum soon,” you mewled out, your head too foggy to come up with proper sentences. “Too bad baby, you cum when I fucking tell you to, and if you cum before I say you can I swear to God, you’ll be punished for it,” he replied.

This had to be some sort of cruel punishment; you didn’t know how you were gonna last ny longer but you agreed to not cum. “Good girl. Now I’m gonna countdown from 5, and when I get to 1, then you can cum, alright?” You nodded your head, praying he’d count fast. 

Katsuki loved the desperation on your face. He could tell how badly you wanted to cum but it was just too fun to tease you. “5,” he said, starting the countdown. It took everything in you to not cum as Katsuki just kept going faster and faster.

“F-fuck Katsuki, please, I want to cum so bad,” you cried out. 

“Not yet, you have to wait for me to get to 1. Don’t make me punish you darling. 4.” 

Your pussy was quivering around his fingers as you tried your best not to cum. You were an unraveling moaning mess, eyes rolling back to your head.

“3.” Katsuki counted, bringing his other hand up to now rub your clit. It seemed like 1 would take forever to get to at this point. Your climax just kept building further, the pleasure making you dizzy.

“2.”

“Thank fuck,” you thought. “Almost there, just have to wait a little longer.” You gripped the sheets, holding on to hear that last number.

“1.”

You finally cum, squirting all over his hand, the built-up pressure released at long last. “Fuck sweetheart, you really made a mess of these fucking sheets huh?” Kastuki says with a chuckle.

“Fuck I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make such a mess. I can wash the sheets if you’d like.” you offer. 

“Nah, its fine, I like seeing how good I made you feel. Don’t think I’ve ever made anyone cum that fucking much,” he replied. “Stay right there, let me get you a towel so you can get clean and shit.” He left for a moment, bringing back a small hand towel and some water. You wiped away the remains of your juices that painted your stomach and tried your best to dry the bed while you were at it. 

You took a sip of water as he said “You know, its funny that you remembered you more when you were eaten out than when you were studying. Maybe we need to do that more often.”

You blushed “M-maybe. If I’d known you’d be down to do something like that, I would have asked you to tutor me a long time ago,” you say, falling back into the pillows. Katsuki grabbed another towel to cover the wet spot on the bed, lifted your legs and placed the towel right underneath them. 

“If you’re tired or some shit, you can take a nap here; I don’t give a fuck.” he said nonchalantly.

“Really? I might just have to take you up on that offer, I am pretty tired,” you reply, pulling his blankets to your shoulders and getting cozy. He climbs into bed with you, slipping his arm behind your head. 

“Come closer so we can cuddle and shit,” he says pulling you close.

“I never thought you’d be the sorta guy to cuddle, Katsuki. You going all soft on me?” you say with a giggle. 

“Just shut the fuck up and take a nap with me, sweetheart.”  

A smile stretched across your face as you cuddle up close to him, legs wrapping around his. The warmth of his body surrounds you, making you feel utterly cozy. It didn’t take long before you felt your eyes close. You soon drifted off, content and happier than ever before.

[brayneworms]

wide eyes (cherry pies).

featuring. kobeni higashiyama/reader

word count. 1.07k

content. gender-neutral reader, kissing, intoxication, kobeni-typical crying, reader is kobeni's boss but no power dynamics, thorough consent checks, no smut but EXTREMELY suggestive, love confessions.

notes. this is an 18+ blog. minors and ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked.

The hand with your key had shaken trying to unlock the door to your apartment.

It might've been the nerve, or the drink, or the fact that Kobeni had stuffed her face into the crook of your neck, breathing hard and fast, her hands pawing at the back of your suit jacket, squirming like a kitten.

Regardless, they're not shaking now.

The moment the both of you stumble through the cramped parlour and kitchenette to the bedroom, dimly lit with orange string-lights and a salt lamp petulantly aglow in the corner, Kobeni is on you with a vigour you see from her once in a blue moon and always on the field. She's slightly... damp, from sweat or rain or drool or just whatever keeps her perpetually sustained in a state of unspooling anxiety, but her strong fingers have a grip on your blazer, tugging it off like it had offended her.

"S-slow—" you manage to gasp out before she reaches up to kiss you again, fast and needy, parting her lips to lick into your mouth and you groan. "Beni," you pant between breaks for air. "Ben, Beni—"

She whines when you grip her narrow shoulders and push her down, bracketing her fast with your strength. When she peers up at you, your brain flatlines a little; her usual flouncy ponytail has unravelled, leaving two scarlet clips adrift in a wave of messy brunette hair, and it frames a face scarlet with blush from cheekbone to jawline. Her lips are red, full as candy apples, wet with spit, her dark brows knitted up, her dark eyes big and deep and starving.

She makes a needy noise, tries to lean in to kiss you again, but you manage to force her back down.

"Just—just lemme breathe a minute, babe," you pant out. Kobeni goes painfully redder and nods. "Alright. Okay. Look, we've both had a little to drink. Are you sure—"

"Yes," she blurts out, before you've even finished the question. "Th—I mean—that's the only reason I f-feel brave enough to..." Her voice wilts a little, but you can suddenly feel your pulse in your skull.

"Kobeni," you say, lowly. "I... overheard you talking with Himeno a week back. I know you... you haven't done this before. I just want to make sure you want—I mean, that you know what you want. With me, of all people."

Kobeni's eyes fill with tears. "I—I only want you," she hiccups. "I m-mean... God, this is so embarrassing, but I—ever since I got assigned to you, and working under you, I mean, oh, I'm messing this up but I j-just..."

"Breathe, dove," you murmur, and—trusting her to stop jumping you like she's springlocked—move your hands to cup her face. She burns beneath your touch, eyes pools of ink staring urgently up at you. "You're not messing anything up, 'kay? I just need to make sure here. I'm not some kinda scummy boss. I—I care about you. That's half the fuckin' problem, I mean—fuck. I don't want you to regret this. That's all. Okay?"

Kobeni sniffles. "I won't. I've always... it's all I've b-been thinking about. I—every night. And tonight, going out, I thought I was being annoying, clinging to you like I did b-but now we're here and—and I'm so close, please don't send me away." She hiccups pathetically. "I, mm. I love you. I love you."

Something presses down on your chest like a weight, compressing your heart into your ribcage. And you love her too, you love her too, so you lean forwards and kiss the tear tracks on her face whilst she huffs and squirms, craning her neck; her wet lips brush yours once, twice before she makes a whiny noise of desperation and you finally bring her in.

She's jittery, switching between being too enthusiastic and freezing up—presumably because she has no idea what to do. But at least she's moving slower now, satiated apparently by getting her feelings off her chest, and she lets you guide her this time.

"On the bed," you murmur against her lips. "If you're sure."

Kobeni nods frantically, clambering upon your mattress so eagerly that the sheets tangle around her. You bite back a giggle at the sight of her, sitting on her haunches like a dog awaiting its owners return.

"Tell me, okay?" you reiterate as you start undoing your shirt of your own admission; it slips off your shoulders, and Kobeni squeaks, eyes tracking your every moment like it's the last thing she'll ever see. Lamplight glints in the onyx of her eyes. "Kobeni. You can stop whenever. Whatever you're comfortable with. I need you to tell me what to do, how far you wanna go. Okay? You hear me?"

"Y-yes," she whimpers. "I, um..." Her hands wring together, eyes averting into her lap. "I want to... I don't know. I want... you to... t-touch me?"

"That's a start," you agree mildly. "How about we start smaller, though... you wanna take your shirt off?"

Her cheeks burn, but she nods, shaky hands moving to untuck her shirt from her slacks and start on the buttons. Pale skin slices down the middle, adorned with a worn, plain black bra. It looks like it's been through the washer two dozen times—you know Kobeni sends most of her paycheck home to her family. She must not be able to afford luxuries.

You could buy her one. Not in a weird way, like an old geezer sending lace thongs to his twenty-something secretary, obviously. Just... something that doesn't look like it's held together by two threads.

Kobeni covers the exposed skin. "Sorry," she mumbles, and you realise with a lurch you've been staring in silence. "I know I'm not—y-you're probably used to more—"

"Don't think that," you interrupt, walking over and slotting yourself between her legs. The fabric of her slacks strains against her thighs, and she stares up at you, slack-jawed, starry-eyed, alight with blush. "You're so gorgeous," you murmur. "So—the second you walked into my office, oh my god. Haven't been able to get you outta my head. Do I sound creepy? You can tell me if I do."

She shakes her head wildly. "N-no! Me too! I—like you said, the second I walked in—and you've been so kind. Nobody's ever..." Her lower lip trembles. "I really love you. Sorry. I love you."

"I love you too," you murmur, and swoop in to touch her.

[contentment-of-cats]

Thrawn, age, illness, and injury.

Ahsoka talk below.

Fandom can be shallow and disappointing. First up, it's possible to dislike the representation of the character without shitting all over an excellent actor whose body of work is more than Disney can bound with contracts and Filoni's scripts. Disney got a full on smack in the face with Jon Boyega (who like Kelly Marie Tran got the shit end of the stick in 2 out of 3 of the sequels), you can bet that there are NDAs and 'you can't say mean things about us even if they're true' clauses.

Mostly I want to talk about age, illness, and injury and the way that people take it as a personal insult to their existence.

Let's start with the man himself. According to the Official Timeline (because everything eventually gets retconned and there is no actual canon) Thrawn was born 59BBY. He was 59 (two years older than I am now) when the space whales yeeted himself and as yet unknown other ships into the dark. Counting forward from the official timeline, he is at the very least 68 years old. He was in exceptional shape before the space whaling, yes. And no, he is not fully human, but is 'near human' - the Chiss evolved from human origins, their blue color explained in canon by something in the Csillan hydrosphere.

But let's look at this.

That is pain.

I'd guess about a 7 or 8.

Those tentacles are tight enough to hold him still, the twisting could induce torsion injuries to the spine and pelvis, cause spiral fractures to bone, dislocate joints, and compress/crush organs. Even with my Chiss physiology headcanon, I can't see anything but pain, crushing and twisting injuries, possibly with internal bleeding.

Additionally, I think that there could have been some kind of brain injury. While some of it could be the makeup and the lighting (or unlighting as the case may be), I think that the droop of one side of his mouth could be from nerve damage somewhere. My mother had a droop like that after a 'baby stroke' - transient ischemic attack.

He and Ezra were alone on the bridge, and he shot Ezra. Further, I can't see Ezra doing anything to help Thrawn after the credits roll. Once those Imps break through the blast door, he's going to be lucky to survive the fist minute.

In the great in-between that moment and the new canon?

So Thrawn, at the end of nine years is not just nine years older, but has managed to get his ship operable without a shipyard, not starve to death after the two years of consumables were gone, and not die of his injuries. (I've posted my theory that the survivors went into coldsleep to preserve the supplies.) Filoni has retconned bacta treatment into a magic potion - except when it isn't. The man is so inconsistent and wishy-washy that I could drive a 1960 Cadillac Eldorado through the smallest plot holes.

Y'all were expecting the buff blue daddy after all that. Elon Musk and 'dad bod.' I get it though, a lot of people invest in the concept of youth and health, go to extremes to hold onto it, even worship it - and denigrate the people who visibly age, are ill, or injured, or disabled. So many of the posts about Thrawn's portrayal in Ahsoka carry the stench of ableism and ageism. As for hating the character for his portrayal, blame Filoni instead.

[nyaagolor]

What's going on with Nemona's wrist?

this is mostly just me putting down all my thoughts about this hc I have. Below the cut bc it's long as usual but read on if ur interested in like. orthopedics

I think Nemona has fatigue and some kind of wrist Issue because 1. She implies she has decreased motor function in that arm (can't throw pokeballs well, supports her arm with her other hand during battles) 2. She wears a brace 3. She gets winded easily / needs to catch her breath more than other characters / hates stairs So that got me wondering what the cause could be. I work in an orthopedic office and my shifts are 12 hours so sometimes when it's slow and I'm bored this is what my mind wanders to

Option 1: It's carpal tunnel and she's out of shape This is the most obvious answer since carpal tunnel is a repetitive stress injury and she's wearing a brace that looks almost identical to irl braces for that problem. Throwing pokeballs over and over, especially incorrectly, would be the most likely cause of an asymmetrical injury like that, and is actually reasonable for someone of her age and activity level. The winded thing is just because she's out of shape and has no underlying cause. Or maybe she just has some kinda chronic pain / fatigue disorder. That's not my department idk

Option 2: Oligoarticular JIA (juvenile idiopathic arthritis) This very long name is just describing chronic joint swelling in children that affects less than 5 joints. It's an autoimmune disease, and actually not that uncommon all things considered. It causes stiffness and pain, which would explain the stamina issues and motor skill issues. Plus, the constant flexion and extension of the knees from staircases certainly would explain her distaste for them in particular. That shit hurts. Occasionally people will use a brace for JIA-- it's highly unlikely her wrist would be the worst considering the typical presentation patterns (it usually affects bigger joints first like the knees) but hey. It's possible! This condition also affects young girls more often than other groups so. Math checks out

Option 3: Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (hypermobility type) Figured I would include this bc I've seen a few people hc this and wanted to give it a fair shot myself. This is a heritable connective tissue disorder that causes hypermobile joints, chronic pain, fatigue, and a whole host of other things. Specifically tho, this disorder used to be called EDS type III and is now considered part of the Hypermobility Spectrum Disorders, but that's a can of worms for a post that's not this one. While the symptoms do match, and honestly quite well (a brace for stabilization makes perfect sense and the fatigue symptoms feel pretty on the nose) the disease usually causes very stretchy skin and vascular issues that she doesn't seem to have so I'm a tad on the fence

Option 4: Cervical spinal stenosis Despite this being the first thing that came to mind for me (since I see it a lot in the office) I'm now less convinced this would be the case. This disorder is basically a narrowing of the spinal canal that pinches the nerves in the neck. It can cause pain, weakness, numbing, and pain that radiates down the body. If most of the compression was on the C4 and C5 nerve I can see it affecting one arm / wrist especially rough (since the pain is typically bilateral but asymmetrical) but also this occurring in people under the age of 50 is SUPER rare so eh. It's possible it was congenital or caused by an injury but I wouldn't bet on it. As for the stamina issues, the neurological issues caused by the compression would likely be the cause of that, especially radiating down the back and legs. Felt worth it to include even if I'm not 100% convinced

I'm saying "options" here bc these symptoms are super vague and there's like 80 billion things that could cause it, I'm just racking my brain for different possibilities. If anyone has other hcs for the underlying causes of Her Whole Deal lmk I'm curious

[anxious-art-block]

LU Headcanons Part 5: THE TWIDDIES ARE BACK

Warriors’s Hylian is based on Icelandic

Four’s Hylian is based on Russian

Rich City Boy Wars ✨

“Boys have attitude, men have class.” “Many have an idea of me, but few seldom get the picture.” “Elegance is a beauty that never fades~!" “Oh? Why for?” “Hmph, cheeky!” “If you’re going to talk nonsense, I have better things to do.” “So he slipped the hook?” “What a ghastly prospect!” “Such good luck!”

Wheelchair user Four!

I know it’s like magic and all, but I refuse to believe that given the amount of stretching and compressing he did in Minish Cap, there’s no permanent effect on his muscular or nervous system

Like c’mon! He was literally squishing and stretching out his spinal cord basically on the regular

That’s gotta have SOME side effects

So I like to imagine that it led to nerve damage in his spinal cord! He can stand and walk a little bit (ex: standing to grab something off a shelf), but can often only do so for short periods of time and it can leave him really out of breath or overheated with his lower back and neck hurting afterward. On good days, however, when he feels he doesn’t need the wheelchair, he has a pair of wooden forearm crutches or a wooden cane he can use

All of these are painted and designed with rainbows in mind for the colors

And all of which he designed himself!

He will in fact spin around and gut-punch someone who moves his chair or pushes him without permission

Good for him

Given and Family names in their Hylians!! PLEASE CORRECT ME IF ANY MEANINGS OR SPELLINGS BEHIND THE NAMES ARE INCORRECT!! GOOGLE IS ONLY SO HELPFUL

Sky: Do Joo-Won (Meaning ‘Path’ and ‘First’ or ‘Origin’) Four: Nikolai Mikhailovich Belyayev (Meaning ‘People of Victory’ and ‘White’ or ‘Blond’) Time: Link Ó Cearbhaill (Meaning ‘Valorous in Battle’) Twilight: Xǔ lián jié (Meaning ‘Brilliant, Rising Sun’ and ‘To Link or Bind) Legend: Link O'Tuathaigh (Meaning ‘Descendant of the Chief) Hyrule: Boriboon “Link” [No family name given] (Meaning ‘Complete’ or ‘Whole’) Wind: Olioli (Meaning ‘Joyful’) Warriors: Link Björnsson (Meaning ‘Son of Bear’) Wild: Moriyama Yua (Meaning 'Forest Mountain' or 'Protecting Mountain' and ‘To Connect or Tie’)

I tried to find names that directly translate to 'Link' in English, but Twi was really the only one I could find, so I went with names in relation to their character or the games! (ex: Hyrule's means whole for the fact that he has the whole triforce)

Skinship and physical affection are very common amongst the Chain, it may not be common with the Links in their own Hyrule’s, but there’s a very special type of bond amongst these nine, and it feels almost natural for them to express that in physical touch. There will be a lot of arm-around-shoulder, sometimes hand-holding, leaning on someone, general cuddling, and when needed can go as far as forehead, temple, or cheek kisses and hugs are a big thing <3

When they get to Skyloft for the first time, it's revealed that Sky has been planning on proposing to Sun for months now, but never got to finish planning as that's when the journey with the chain started. When the gang finds out they endlessly tease him about it and how he has no idea how he's going to until at one point he runs towards them, hair a mess and breathing like he ran a mile, with nothing but a desperate look on his face and a "Help me!"

Warriors, ever the romantic, jumps at the chance to help and thinks up millions of ways to propose 

He, Sky, Legend, and Time spent probably about 2 days planning different ways to propose to Sun ranging from a picnic, to doing it in writing, to in front of the goddess statue, etc. and they eventually came up with the plan that Sky was going to take her on a long ride on his loft wing, then bring her to the Isle of Song and propose 

Well

It would’ve gone as planned if Sky had actually gone through with it

On the ride around Skyloft, just as sunset was hitting, he turned around to look at her and was in awe at how she looked

Her golden hair nearly glowing when the orange and pink hues of the sky hit the crown of her head, a bright toothy smile on her face while the wind blew towards her, her hands tightening around his waist just a bit. He stars for a moment, then blurts out

“Marry Me.”

He turns her around and stalls his loftwing, and just holds her hands and tells her how much he loves her and eventually pulls out the ring he asked Four to make, and then they smooch <3

They get back to Skyloft and they both go running to the Chain and the other Knights while squealing (With some knights handing money to each other)

That’s all I got lol so moving on!

Legend considers himself a bit of a linguist, he speaks a total of 5 languages (Labrynnan, Holoese, Subrosian, Lolian, and a professional level of Ancient Hylian) after he got the Book of Mudora he took an interest in studying linguistics for not only the places he’s been but then also just other countries and areas he’s never been too or have heard stories of

Most of the Chain speak a bit of other languages (Twilight speaking some Twili, Four with Minish, etc.) he simply holds a record for the amount of languages spoken and the knowledge he holds on foreign languages altogether

He uses the Hytopian spelling for a lot of Hylian words (ala British English to American English)

He speaks a lot of Lolian with Ravio since that’s his mother tongue and while he’s fluent in Hylian, Legend knows he prefers speaking in Lolian and they use that at home more than anything

Oh yeah

Lolian is based on French

Until we meet again *goblin noises*

[i3utterflyeffect]

The Pearl Problem

Iteration Three: The Escapees (+epilogue)

Never again. - (all that beckons voice) so that was a fucking lie-- [AO3]

"Log nine."

"This will be my last log on the pearl project."

"In short... It has cost me a ton of resources and caused structural damage and endangered me way beyond what I could have imagined. I'm also not going to make a new messenger; I may be worried about Programmed Interference, but I'm not going to risk my own life to make something to find them."

"I'm also running on 75% energy now; they took one of my rarefraction cells. I don't know what they're going to do with it. Chances are they just took it in some sort of desire for revenge. Well, it caused a really painful shutdown, so they got that, at least."

"I don't imagine they'll have any sort of trouble dominating the ecosystem. I sort of just... Have to hope that they won't come back. Maybe if I'm lucky, they'll find their way underground and ascend, or.... Maybe go into landlocked areas where there's no iterators?"

"...I don't know."

A pause.

"I didn't think The Chosen One would tear out their coolant implants. I didn't mention this, but it... wasn't mechanical. It was biological, except for a nerve attachment that would trigger an electrical signal on command and release the coolant. Programmed Interference even gave me a reference with nervous system attachments to prevent this exact thing from happening. But they just... Saw me and immediately tore open the sacs around their neck storing it."

"I'm not sure if this means they'll be weaker to some degree. I kind of hope so, to be honest. The idea of it coming back stronger than before terrifies me."

"...I'm going to save the rest of my pearls for important data and emergencies."

"The rest of this pearl will hopefully be used for something else. I thankfully only used a small amount of the data here because I made an effort to compress these logs. It'll sound horrible, but... well, it doesn't really matter."

"I'm going to go hang out with Discordant Joy. I'm sick of thinking about those two."

"I'm never making a slugcat again."

---

(Wait... At the end there's one more audio log...)

There's a lot of shuffling sounds in the background, and the sound of little feet plapping against a metallic floor.

"Why does this happen to me...?" All That Beckons murmurs, before beginning to speak. Before he could, however, there was the sound of said little feet running at him.

"No. NO. This is not edible. Stop it. Stop!"

"Four Orange Sunrises, Second Chances, you will stop that right now or so help me saints--"

"NO, DON'T PUT IT IN YOUR MOUT--!"

[i-eat-worlds]

Always Kid, Always

Or: I rewrote Pat’s death scene

This is pretty heavy, so mind the warnings and read at your own risk!

Thanks to @snaillamp for helping with medical things. They’ve got an ask Enjar game going on, go check them out!

cw: major character death, graphic depictions of mortal injuries, blood, brief mentions of other bodily fluids (vomit, urine), medical treatment, institutional indifference to human life, emotional whump, hurt no comfort, grief, guilt, Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Pat has been condemned.

The human capital council voted 3-2 to deploy her, along with the rest of Turquoise. He and Henle had gone up on the stand, two years worth of medical records with him, and told them in no uncertain terms that this will likely kill her. Her powers are tearing her body apart. It’s not just her nerves anymore, it's her blood vessels and internal organs and muscles and bones. Any use of her powers could be her last.

They agree with them. They say it’s dangerous for her. They also say that this villian, whatever the fuck his name is, is more dangerous “For everyone,” they say. It’s bullshit. They have other heroes. Heroes that won’t die. Heroes that can’t die.

The mission is stupid and dangerous and everybody knows that. It doesn’t matter. It’s for the greater good.

Joseph, though he hates it, though he knows it’s selfish, can’t help but think “fuck the greater good.”

He doesn’t hunt down any of the council members. He doesn’t slam them against the wall and yell at them until he’s red in the face because it won’t change anything.

Pat has been condemned.

***

The locker room is utterly depressing

The normal banter is gone, replaced by oppressive silence. Everyone suits up slowly, painfully, speaking only to ask “can you zip me up?” or “can you buckle this for me?” His medic patch feels more obtrusive then normal, like an annoying itch that won’t go away. The already heavy bag feels crushing.

Pat’s hair is done up like it normally is, tightly pulled back in two french braids so it will t under the helmet. As she laces up her boots, he can see the black and orange compression socks she’s wearing underneath.

She catches him looking and smiles, the corners of her green eyes crinkling.

He tries not to puke. It’s awful.

The helipad is worse. They’re up high, the city spread out around them, as they wait for their ride. Pat stands next to him, chewing on her lip. He turns to her.

“If you don’t want to go inside, we’ll find another way. I’ll take the heat. Martin’ll take the heat. Henle’ll take the heat. We will keep this off you.”

She dips her head. “It’s okay. They picked me for a reason. This dude? What he made? It’ll kill you.” Her eyes glimmer with tears. “I can’t let that happen.”

He could say the same.

“We can abort. I will fight for you on this, Pat. All of us will.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “He’s dangerous. For everyone. I signed up for this. I knew what I was getting into.” The helicopter roars overhead. “It’s for the greater good.”

It’s too loud, and they have to stop talking.

***

The villain’s base looms on the horizon. It’s boring looking, like some sort of factory or warehouse, but it's not.

Warehouses don’t have lasers.

The building is mostly empty, because even villains know that you should try to protect your employees from further harm. Per the plan, Pat charges straight into the heart of the compound, hands on fire, eyes glowing, and very tachycardic.

Even though they can’t see her, it’s obvious where she is. Just follow the violent thrum of energy and the rumbles reverberating through the floor. It shakes the whole building, rattling the windows. Pat is busting through door after door after door, but she’s getting there.

For a brief second, there’s a pause. Joseph thinks that maybe she’s made it.

Then, a violent shockwave shakes the building, nearly taking him off his feet.

That’s it. That’s the discharge that will kill her. The clock has started. She’s dying now.

He silences his com, ignoring Martin’s voice ordering them to leave the building, warning that it’s unstable, and goes deeper inside. Running as fast as he can, he traces Pat’s steps, following her path of destruction into the heart of the building.

She’s crumpled on the warehouse’s concrete floor, glass windows blown out around her, lying in a rapidly growing pool of blood. “Pat!” He yells as he approaches, looking her over.

He sees a steady stream of blood oozing out of her leg.

“Hey kid,” He says, kneeling down by her side. “Pat, c’mon.” He quickly ties a tourniquet around her mangled left leg, trying to stem the bleeding. She screams as he tightens the windlass and clips it in. He quickly searches for any more major bleeding, hands patting up and down her body while he calls for help. Helicopter. Here. Now.

He finds a jagged hole in her chest. Her sternum seems to be half gone, replaced by a deep pool of red. Fuck.

“Ex-exhale?” She whimpers, eyes wide with worry. Her face is clammy and her breathing is fast and she looks like she’s about to cry.

“Joseph. Call me Joseph, yeah?” he says, tearing open a package of gauze and jamming the contents into her chest. Her blood is warm as it coats his fingers, and it's awful.

The scream is even worse, loud and piercing and heartbreaking. “I know it hurts, just stay with me, yeah?” he says as he keeps packing, watching the gauze turn pink and then red as it’s saturated completely.

There is one thing in this world that can save her right now, and it’s a healer. If he can get her to the helicopter, then maybe she’ll make it. He digs out his IV kit and seizes her arm.

“I-I think I’m gonna..” She says, her breath catching.

“It’s okay, I gotcha,” he says. Her veins are too sunken back. There's no way he’s going to be able to get an IV in.

“I don’t wanna die," she hiccups. “Please, I don’t wanna die.”

His fingers press into her neck and find her pulse. It’s weak and thready. Her breathing is slowing down. She’s dying.

“I’ve got you,” he says, “I’m going to do everything I can to help you.” It’s a lie, because there's nothing he can do. She’s lost too much blood, and she’s bleeding out internally, and there's not a damn thing he can do about it.

“‘M sorry, Exha-Joseph.” Her voice wavers, and she starts to cry even harder. “Please, I don wanna go,” A gasp escapes her blue tinged lips.

He wraps his hand around hers, bloody blue nitrile intermingling with shaking and cold flesh. “It’s okay Pat, I know it’s scary.” He comfortingly squeezes her hand. “I’ll be here to help.”

She whimpers, and she looks up at Joseph again. Her eyes are pleading, and she looks so desperate to keep living. Another tear rolls down her cheek, and she gasps again. “ ‘m, sorry. ‘M so sorry, ‘oseph.”

“It’s okay, you’re amazing, kid.” Tears well in his eyes, and he lets them fall. They both know what’s about to happen. He takes her in his arms, maneuvering her shaking body onto his lap.

“ ‘m sorry I couldn’t be better.” Her words are barely audible, voice raspy. She heaves another breath in, body almost convulsing with the eort.

“You were great, Pat. I couldn’t have been more proud of you.” He smiles down at her as the tears fall freely.

“Thank you, ‘oseph,” she slurs, blinking very, very slowly.

“Always, kid, always,” he chokes out, watching her eyes slide close. Her pulse is still there, but only barely.

“I love you, Pat.” Her breaths are getting further and further apart.“From the moment I met you, I knew you were going to be amazing.” He squeezes her hand, one last time.

A horrid, horrid silence passes over everything. “I’ve gotcha’”

Her chest rises.

“Always, yeah? Fucking always.”

It falls.

It doesn't rise again.

She’s dead.

She’s fucking dead.

The tears come harder, and he lets them. He yells, loudly and painfully. Anger erupts in his mind.

Why her? Fucking why!

Her skin is gray, muscles too relaxed. She looks so…almost…alive. There's a warm feeling on his thigh, where her legs are resting.

She’s pissed on him.

Carefully, he sets her down, closing her lifeless eyes and bowing his head.

Everything hurts. His mind is screaming.

“Exhale to Guardian, Exhale to Guardian,” he says into his coms, half on fire, half numb.

“Guardian on, location and report,” Martin’s voice responds.

He’s quiet for a very long second. “Surge is dead.” He grits his teeth. “Repeat, Pat is dead.”

The words land like a jetliner plummeting out off the sky

Martin orders him to return. They disregard the helicopter.

Everything is very quiet.

It doesn’t feel real.

It is.

***

The ride back is even quieter than the ride there. Everyone sits together, heads held low.

Even breathing seems wrong.

Halfway there, it hits him. This is why INSUPA uniforms are black. To hide the blood of those they let die.

It’s soaked into the lower half of his uniform from kneeling and sitting in it. The piss stain is still drying too, but its not as noticeable. His gloves were so sopping wet that it got under his fingernails. The smell of iron stills burns his nostrils.

He has to look horrible.

The words play over and over again in his mind.

“Pat is dead.”

“Pat is dead.”

“Pat is dead.”

“Pat is dead.”

By the time they arrive at the centre, everyone is crying. No one tries to hide it. It doesn’t matter.

Pat is dead.

Pat is dead and it was preventable.

Pat is dead, and it is partially their fault.

But mostly, it’s his.

He bypasses the locker rooms and starts to march straight for the council's office. They’ll pay for this, he’ll make them. The patch is heavy on his shoulder.

“Joseph, no!” Henle yells at him.

He keeps walking.

They yank him back, pressing him against the wall. “I can’t let you do this.”

“They let her die, Henle, what you let me to do!” Everyone is looking at them. It doesn’t matter.

They lean in closer. “You’re smarter than this.”

“Henle..”

“You charging into that office and punching the teeth out of them will not change anything. Not for the better, anyway.” Their face is deadly serious, though their eyes are bloodshot from crying.

Joseph is silent for a moment. “She’s dead, Henle.” He breaks, fracturing into a million pieces. The tears are like a waterfall. “I sat there, and she was crying and apologizing.” He wipes his eyes. “She said she was sorry.”

Henle pulls him into a hug, and Joseph lets him, still sobbing violently. “She looked so sad. She begged to live. She thanked me.” His mouth gapes open. “This is my fault. If I hadn’t…If I hadn’t encouraged her to…fuck…if I hadn’t…” He slowly melts to the floor, hyperventilating.

They don’t let go. “Hey, shhh, breathe with me, yeah.”

Joseph tries his best, carefully watching their chest, trying to match its movements. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

“You’re okay.” They let go, and Joseph relaxes back into the wall. “How about we go get you cleaned up?”

He’s suddenly hyper aware of the dried blood itching his skin. He wants it off.

“Please, yeah.”

As he walks towards the locker rooms, he finds himself crying once again. The anger flares. It’s going to eat him forever.

She didn’t have to die.

She didn’t have to die.

She didn’t have to die.

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Wholesome (I think) headcanon

Sometimes when addicts go through withdrawal, they can develop tremors. I like to think that Wally has hand tremors as a result of tbi from the lightning strike and nerve damage from escaping the speedforce, cause there is no way in hell that wasn’t painful.

Roy after quitting heroine (I think it was heroine but I could be wrong) started to get tremors and chills and it would piss him off because it made it really hard to so things sometimes. Wally would buy him a pair of compression gloves in case it got painful, show him some tricks to make life a little easier, introducing him to fidget toys and things that help, and just generally being there.

They bonded over it is what I’m saying