#tw safe word

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Hello! Can you do jjk men reaction when y/n said their safe word during sex? Only if you're not busy! Thank you! 😘

JJK MEN’S REACTIONS TO YOU USING YOUR SAFE WORD

FEATURED: gojo, geto, toji

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. fem reader, afab terms, use of safe word, descriptions of anxiety. please mind individual tws for each scene. proceed with caution and don’t read if it’ll make you feel bad! take care bbs

A/N: my first request i hate it but i hope you love it anon!!! 😊 also sorry i couldn’t do nanami or choso if i’m inspired another time i’ll add em to this LMAO

GOJO SATORU

warnings: reader is blindfolded and bound (wrists), use of safe word, unprotected sex, crying, descriptions of anxiety

you’ve done it a ton but it still makes you nervous. 

one sense is kind of a lot to lose when you only have five of them, as a non sorcerer. but the relinquishing of control, entrusting your safety and pleasure and entire body to someone else… it turns you on beyond belief. 

so here you are, tonight, blindfold tight over your eyes and hands bound behind your back as satoru fucks you, pace languid, fingers running all over your body. 

any other day, it would be just what you needed to relax. any other day you’d be squirming in pleasure, hips bucking wildly against him as your nails claw at your own palms. 

but today, for whatever reason, it’s uncomfortable. maybe you’ve had too much caffeine, maybe it’s the stress of his most recent mission, the first one to ever have you worrying your lip all night long thinking, maybe he’s not coming back this time. 

his wandering hands feel foreign, the pleasured moans coming from his mouth sounding distant and wrong. your arms tingle from the position you’re in, your sweaty skin itches and you can’t reach to scratch at it. 

you furrow your brows. 

“satoru…” you whine softly, still unsure of what to ask for. 

“mmm?,” he grips your waist, his strokes deep and precise. “my pretty baby looks so good like this. so mine.”

you whine, wriggling in search for comfort. satoru must mistake that for pleasure because he fucks you just a little bit harder, puffing out hot breaths into the crook of your neck. 

“kiss me,” you ask, hoping it’ll make it better, but it does nothing to calm you down. with no stimuli but touch, your brain starts to go into overdrive, and you feel tears begin to trickle down your face.

satoru notices, but not in the right way. 

“is it that good?” he teases, like he always does, but today it sends a chill down your spine. “i could do anything i wanted to you right now and you wouldn’t even know. wouldn’t be able to stop me.”

that does it for you, a wrecked sob leaving your lips along with your safe word. 

satoru stills immediately. you can feel him softening inside you and for some reason that only makes you cry harder. 

gently, he reaches behind your head to unhook the blindfold, his worried gaze searching your face for answers. 

he lifts your back and unties your wrists, rubbing them to soothe the friction from the ropes. 

“baby…” his tone is careful and guilty. “sweetheart, is everything okay? did i do something, what did i do?”

you sniff. the first words that come out of your mouth are, “i’m sorry.”

you’ve never had him so doting, so tense, all that confidence vanishing and it makes you chuckle, this big lanky man handling every limb of yours like they’re made out of snowflakes. 

“satoru, i’m okay. i just…” you inhale deeply. “i just got overwhelmed, is all.”

he lays down beside you, visibly unsure about touching you. you grip his hand firmly in yours, offering him a wavering smile. 

“i’m okay, i promise. you’re good,” you lean over to peck his lips.

satoru looks regretful, but he relaxes at the gesture, caressing the side of your face softly. 

“i love you so much. i’m sorry if i, like, went too far or something—“

“you did nothing wrong,” you assure him. “i think i’m just having a bad day. just wanted to see your face to feel better.”

at that, he smirks. he kisses you slowly, adoringly, unspoken apologies every time your lips touch. 

“i am sorry, by the way,” you say. satoru looks back at you with a confused expression on his face. you continue sheepishly, “for having to use the word.”

“huh?” he exclaims, his incredulity so earnest that it rips a hearty laugh from you. “nah, hell no. thank you for saying it, actually.”

“yeah? you’re not upset?”

“of course not. i completely understand,” he traces a line down your body. “not being able to see my handsome face would make anyone cry.”

you slap his hand away playfully and he pulls you into his chest, cuddling you.

you stay like that until you fall asleep, reassured that the most powerful sorcerer in the world is indeed fit to take care of you; heart, body and soul. 

GETO SUGURU

warnings: overstim, degradation/humiliation and dirty talk, use of safe word, reader’s discomfort is brief but descriptive

you don’t know how long it’s been. 

maybe ten minutes. maybe twenty. maybe ninety. 

you don’t know how many times you came. 

your entire body is covered in sweat, the top of your thighs and the bottom of your ass soaked in your own arousal. 

suguru holds the wand to your clit almost disinterestedly, eyes glazed over and locked on your cunt. 

he fucking loves it, making you cum over and over again, thrash against his body, make a mess on his sheets. and you love it just the same. 

the undivided attention, the devotion, the seconds right after when the stimulation doesn’t stop and it hurts so bad before it gets mind-numbingly good again. 

“hahh,” you breathe out, voice cracking. “i—i’m gonna—“

“oh, you’re gonna?” suguru mocks you. “shocking.”

you moan at his words, his tone. by now, your body barely has any energy left to react. all you can feel is the release of an unbelievable pressure in your core as wetness gushes out of you uncontrollably when you cum. 

your puffy clit is throbbing, thoroughly abused, your spread legs quivering in pleasure. you sigh in anticipatory relief at the incoming break suguru is bound to give you after your orgasm. 

except this time, the break doesn’t come. 

“ahh!” you scream — honest to god yell — as the buzzing continues, suguru pressing the wand down hard on your pussy. 

he chuckles, playing with the toy, lifting it up just slightly before bringing it back down on you, over and over again. 

“can’t—i can’t, suguru, i can’t cum right now—“

“of course you can, baby,” he says in a sickeningly sweet voice, getting off on your desperation. 

usually you’re just as much into it as he is, but this time it’s for real. it’s painful and not in the nice way, you’ve hit your limit but you can hardly talk, can’t do much more than try to wiggle away from your boyfriend’s ministrations. 

“how can you say that when you have such a slutty pussy?” he runs his fingers through your slick folds, and every clench of your cunt makes it hurt even more. “so greedy…”

you’re clawing at his hands, but he’s so much stronger than you, his forearms and thighs holding you down, leaving you entirely to his mercy — of which he has none. 

“please please fuck please no more—“

it’s something he’s heard you say a thousand times, in a thousand different scenarios, and never truly mean it, which is why you even have a safe word in the first place. 

oh right. the safe word. 

you pull it out from the depths of your fucked out, mushed up brain and blurt it, digging your heels into the mattress. 

it all happens so fast, after that.

suguru all but tosses the wand to the side, switching to lightly stroking your pussy. it makes you jolt; even a gush of air right now could probably make you cry in overstimulation. 

“oh fuck, shit,” he removes his hand and you whine. “what do you need baby, what can i do?”

“s-suguru…” you’re still trying to catch your breath, your legs spasming erratically. 

“i’m here, i’m here,” suguru starts to move towards you but stops halfway. “do you want me to be here?”

you let out a croaky laugh, opening your arms because you’re too far gone to use words. 

hesitantly, he lays his head on your chest. when he feels how fast your heart is beating, his own sinks to his stomach. 

“i’m so sorry honey. i thought you were into it.”

you swallow, taking a few beats to regain your composure. 

“i was, it was just… a lot, all of a sudden.” 

suguru turns his head to look up at you. 

“i get it,” he wipes away a stray tear you hadn’t even noticed you’d shed. “i’m sorry. i love you, i'm so sorry—”

“it’s okay,” you offer him a weak smile. “it’s what the word is for, right?”

“right…” he sounds unsure. that makes you frown. 

you two lay there for a while, until your breathing has evened out, until your thighs have stopped shaking. 

you can practically hear the hear the cogs in his brain turning, certain that his brain chastising himself.

“hey, suguru?” your voice rips him right out of his thoughts.

“hmm?”

“can you promise me something?”

he sits up in attention, instinctively reaching for your hand. “of course.”

“promise me you’re never gonna stop fucking me like that," he gulps, audibly, visibly relaxing. "and i promise to always let you know if i need to stop.”

it takes a beat, but suguru finally loosens up, pressing his smile into your lips over and over again and mumbling all sorts of promises of his own against them.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

warnings: knifeplay, cnc (sort of), roleplaying, pretty graphic descriptions of anxiety and panic, oral (m! receiving)

“what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doin’ here this late at night?”

you roll your eyes to yourself before putting on your best innocent look to turn around and face the man. 

he’s smirking down at you, the streetlight lamps casting dark shadows on his features. 

if you were being honest with yourself, you’d never really been interested in roleplaying in your previous relationships. it was always so awkward and you never truly felt any incentive to stick to the script no matter how much the scenario excited you. 

until you met toji, that is. 

he was always so into it, played his parts convincingly well, which should probably worry you considering he would always opt to play the sleazy delivery guy, the pervy doctor, the horny stranger in a bar. 

as for you, acting the part of the ditzy student or the clumsy maid or whatever the fuck toji wanted you to be that particular day… yeah, that was embarrassingly hot too. 

tonight, he’s playing creepy guy in a dark alleyway. he’d texted you in advance, a very romantic meet me in that alley between the tracks and the highway. dress slutty. 

“i was just looking for the station and got lost…” you mumble, looking up at him through your eyelashes. he pouts in a fake display of pity, twirling something inside his jacket pocket. 

“oh, what a coincidence! i was just on my way there. care to accompany me?”

you smile sweetly, linking arms with him. 

soon enough, you find yourself being shoved past toji’s apartment door, his pocketknife prodding at the small of your back. 

you have to contain your giggles to stay in character, letting him toss you onto his bed. you also have to fight your anger when he slashes through your top, a sleazy smile on his face as he breaks character to say he’ll get you a new one. 

he’s so goddamn hard that it should concern you, holding your jaw open while he feeds you his cock. 

“god—shit, that’s right, such a slutty little mouth,” you moan around his length, hands resting primly on top of your thighs. “you were just begging for it, weren’t you, slut?”

you bob your head up and down, putting on a fake grimace while squeezing your legs together at the same time. 

you hear something click in the distance, the sound barely registering in your brain as you get lost in the scent of him. he’s beginning to push into your throat now, laughing like a maniac when you choke on it. 

“c’mon now, open up that throat for me, girl,” you inhale in preparation. but your breath gets caught in your throat when you feel something cold and sharp poke you. “or maybe i’ll just to do it for ya with this.”

toji’s pressing his switchblade to your neck, grazing it delicately up and down. 

he’s not going to hurt you. you know that.

the blade is probably too dull to pierce skin even if he tried, but he would never, you know this, you know he won’t. 

and yet despite that, your heart is jackhammering in your ribcage, uncontrolled and wild as your eyes widen around tears. 

toji takes your inaction as a sign to just start fucking your mouth a little more, but your attention is zeroed in on that pocketknife. 

suddenly colors are sharper, like it’s bright as day inside his dimly lit bedroom. a headache begins to bloom and you start choking in earnest now, not because toji’s going too hard but because you can’t coordinate your breaths. 

he starts tracing your throat with the blade. “feel me right here sweetheart? fuck.”

you’re clearly struggling but it’s hard to distinguish your real reactions to the character you’re supposed to be playing. that only serves to make you panic even further, hands coming up to push on toji’s thighs. 

“hands to yourself, whore,” he grunts, pressing the knife a little too hard, a little too close for comfort, and you hit your breaking point.

you start garbling wildly around his dick, repeating your safe word over and over again until a very confused toji finally makes out what you’re saying. 

he rips himself out of your mouth, instantly dropping to his knees and grabbing your chin in his hand. 

“oh fuck, did i cut ya sweetheart?” he moves your face from side to side, examining you. 

you swallow around the lump in your throat, willing your heart to calm down. 

“uh, n-no. just got a bit too real there, for a moment.”

he sighs, partially relieved, reassessing the situation. you’re gulping in air, blowing it out of your mouth in calculated puffs. 

toji waits until you're visibly calmer before he gets up. 

“wait here,” he orders. 

you sit down on the floor, hands wrapped around your knees and mentally repeating to yourself that you’re okay, it wasn’t real, you’re not in danger. 

toji returns with a glass of water, sitting down in front of you and waiting until you’ve drank most of it. 

“you okay?” he asks. 

you take a beat before you can honestly say you are. you nod. 

“that knife on your throat was a bit too far, huh, babe?”

“yeah,” you garble out, tracing circles on his knees. “could’ve warned me of that particular detail. asshole.”

he laughs but his body language isn't nearly as carefree. 

there’s a long drag of silence before he speaks again. 

“i’m sorry, honey. really.”

and toji, as amazing as he can be, is usually way too prideful to admit guilt. so the fact that he apologizes is what finally gets you to fully relax, knowing he does realize the situation you were in and feels bad about it. 

“honestly we can stop with all the roleplaying bullshit, it’s getting kinda old anyways. you know i don't need you playing a slut to get you acting like one on my co—“

“toji,” you hiss, and he puts his hands up in mock surrender. “it’s fine. i think i have a better idea, anyway.”

that seems to spark his interest. he rises his eyebrows, prompting you to go on. 

“because there’s a few roleplays we haven’t tried yet. and if you genuinely feel so bad—“ he says your name sternly but just you ignore him, “then i know the perfect thing you can do to make it up to me.”

“babe…” he bemoans like a chastised child, with a hint of resignation at what awaits him. 

when he sees that you’re beaming he just takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair defeatedly. 

“when?” is all he asks. 

impossibly, your smile grows even wider. 

“i already ordered the costume! and the cat ears should be here next week,” you kiss his forehead, propping yourself on his shoulders to stand up. 

you hear him groan in the distance as you skip to the bathroom, turning on the faucet. 

he stalks after you almost immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist and honest to god pouting at you in the mirror. 

“are ya really going to do this to me now?”

you grin. 

“don’t you mean meow, kitty?”

a/n: yayyy my first somewhat wholesome post i am so bad at this but i hope it was readable! bye now!

[sleeplessv0id]

maybe in another universe, I can ask for help when I need it.

[lgbtq-userboxes]

[saduboiss]

my soul is too sensitive for this life.

[wanders-in-wonderland]

As Planned

“You want me to fuck you while you pretend you don’t want it?” His voice is low and measured, his eyes holding mine. I nod and feel a thrill run up my spine when I see his eyes darken in response and he flashes me a smirk.

“I’d hate to disappoint my lovely girlfriend,” he purrs before pulling me in for a kiss.

—

His hands are rough as he pushes me down onto the bed, face first. “Struggle all you want, slut, we both know I’m stronger.” I let out a muffled cry into the pillows and writhe as much as I can.

“Wait, please, no, babe! Stop!” I almost smile from the excitement but stay in character as I feel him roughly pull my shorts and panties down my hips.

“Shut the fuck up,” he says before landing a harsh slap against my ass. I gasp as the pain goes straight to between my legs, making my pussy clench.

His rough fingers press in between my legs and I let out an obscene moan when he makes contact with my wetness. He chuckles darkly from behind me and sharply thrusts two fingers into me.

“Fucking slut, you really are a whore huh? Who else would be this fucking wet over the idea of being forced?” His words taunt me but I’m too distracted to think of a response as his fingers spear into me again and again.

I whine and arch my back, too lost in the pleasure to pretend that I don’t want it. I feel his fingers pull out of me and I whimper in disappointment but I don’t have to wait long before I feel the head of his cock line up against my soaking cunt.

I make a half-hearted attempt at playing into the scene, “No, please, I don’t want this.” He laughs in response before slamming his cock home into my cunt.

The sound of his harsh pants fill my ears as he holds me down and fucks me into the mattress. I moan at how good he feels inside of me, every thrust hitting so deep, the pleasure overwhelming my every sense.

I feel his fingers thread through my hair and he gives a harsh yank that forces the breathe out of me. “You know, I’m not sure this really counts as fulfilling your fantasy of being forced. You’re a little too willing right now,” he says.

I can’t help but moan in response as his cock sinks into my pussy over and over again. Until suddenly, it stops and he pulls out.

I pant brokenly and try to turn my head to look at him, trying to wrap my head around the abrupt change. And then, I feel the head of his cock brush against my asshole and my whole body stiffens.

“Wait, babe, that’s not what we talked about,” my voice is shaking.

“Shut up and take it, slut,” he snarls before starting to push into me.

“Wait, no, I’m serious, babe, stop!” I gasp out as I feel the head of his cock start to work its way into my ass. My pussy’s made it so wet that he doesn’t even need lube but this isn’t what I want.

I try to push myself off the bed but he tightens his hand in my hair and pushes me head down. “Shut up, and stay down, like a good slut. You’re going to take my cock in your ass, this is what you wanted right?”

“No, no, no! Please!” My voice is pitchy and breathless as he continues to push his cock into me. I whine, feeling the pressure and pain cloud my mind.

“Fuck, your ass is so fucking tight.” He doesn’t give me any time to adjust before he gives one final hard push and sheaths himself balls-deep into my ass.

I let out a choked cry, “Babe, stop, it hurts, I’m serious!” I try to move but it only makes his cock push in deeper and I whimper in response.

“This is what you wanted, you wanted to be forced, isn’t that right?” He laughs and suddenly, he moves his hips. His cock slides out of my ass a little, but not enough to give me any reprieve and he immediately slams his hips back down, drawing out a scream from me.

I struggle uselessly underneath him but he ignores my protests as he starts thrusting, setting a harsh pace that makes me gasp in pain.

“No no no, babe, please stop. I’m serious! Pineapple!” I choke out our safe word, begging him to stop and expecting him to immediately pull out. He doesn’t. He laughs.

“Your little safe word doesn’t mean anything to me right now,” he growls, yanking my head back and drilling even harder into me. Tears are streaming down my face now as I sob.

He doesn’t let up, thrusting his cock over and over again into my ass, each movement making me tremble and cry.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to fuck this tight ass for so fucking long,” he groans into my ear. I shudder and let out soft gasping cries as he continues to brutalize my ass. I feel his free hand move down my body and his fingers brush against my clit.

The sound of his laugh wraps around me, “Fuck, you fucking slut. I’m raping your ass and your pussy is fucking dripping more than before.”

I whine and his fingers rub against my clit in a way that makes my body spasm and I hear him groan in pleasure. His fingers set a cruel pace on my clit as he continues to fuck my ass but the sharp pain from before has faded into a dark, confusing blend of pleasure.

“I’m going to make you cum while I’m raping your ass,” he promises, his voice low and threatening. I let out a choked sob in response and I know he’s going to deliver on his promise.

I can feel the pressure of my orgasm building and I know that in a few moments, I’ll cum, just the way he wants, while he’s forcefully fucking my ass and making me like it. His fingers pinch my clit hard and I let out a wail as I shatter around him.

My cunt clenches around nothing and my ass tightens even more around his cock as I ride the waves of my orgasm. My ears are ringing and I’m shaking as the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had rocks my body. I distantly hear him curse and groan as he cums in my ass.

He collapses onto the bed, holding my body down with his own, cock still buried inside of me. I tremble from the aftershocks of my orgasm as my body lays limp and unmoving and my mind goes blank.

Eventually, I vaguely start to register the feeling of his fingers gently massaging my scalp and stroking my hair. I let out a soft whine and I hear him laugh lightly in response. His lips press against my temple softly.

“You okay, honey?”

I make a noncommittal sound and turn my head to look at him.

“Hey, honey, give me a verbal answer, you okay?”

“Mhm, I’m okay, baby,” my voice is soft and a little hoarse from the screaming.

“I’m going to pull out, is that okay?” He asks as he pushes himself up a little to take the weight off of me. I let out a soft moan and I nod in response.

The feeling of him pulling out makes me shiver and I whimper. I feel him step away and he comes back a little later with a warm washcloth and he cleans me up before coming back into bed with me and wrapping his arms around me.

“Did you have fun?” He asks as he shuffles me around a little so I’m laying flat and comfy. I smile at him, “I had so much fun.”

He smiles back, “I’m glad. Although, I almost forgot we agreed to a fake safe word.” He huffs out a laugh. I giggle back at him, “Well, I think it added to the fun.”

He gives me a soft smile again, “Anything for you.”

[okay-gayass]

"All you can give me now is something that I don't need!"

[hadaldemon]

tw: swear words, bullying a fictional character, gif that may induce epilepsy, hate on a fictional character? (not really), character ooc

oh wow, WOW! lookie here! look who decided to show his damn cute face in my DAMN HOUSE after eating all the rainbow cubes I have hoarded since I started playing this game! how dare you!!!! TO THE LOCKER WITH YOU!!!

Oh my god? when u pick him up it's like he's waving, so cute

I WANT TO GIVE HIM A FUCKING HEART ATTACK RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGG!!!!

Anyways... I'm gonna leave him there and never look back (god, i wish we could put a cookie permanently in those lanterns)

I know I should be happy that I finally got both, but I only feel relief that I can stop obsessing over rainbow cubes and I hate myself because why did I care about pulling those skins if I knew that I won't use them ever uggghhhh.

Don't get me wrong, I like Sage of Truth but I hate him but I love him but I hate him but I love him... It's just... ugh... he is just so goody-two-shoes, so soft, so nerdy, so bully-able looking, so vanilla... that makes me go aggressive but I guess in a good way? I want to squash him! it's this cuteness aggression? what it's wrong with me?

[liminalspacewizard]

NSFW / KINK BLOGS DNI

[thirdwheelravi]

sorry in advance for this. last night i was plagued with visions of buck's strictly regimented fiber consumption schedule after he and eddie start having sex. sorry.

[sleeplessv0id]

will this horrible feeling ever pass?

[thebluewritingbench]

you & me in the wreckage

a supercorp ficlet

written for @ekingston's flash fiction challenge! :)

this was fun!! the prompts i got were: thriller, only survivors of a zombie apocalypse, celebrity/just some guy (gender neutral), and blood. thematically consistent, at least. tw for (a fairly small amount of) blood and gore, unsurprisingly. enjoy!

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Someone is breathing on the other side of the vehicle.

No, Kara reminds herself yet again. Something.

It’s hard to say when the simple sound of another creature breathing became an instant trigger to send adrenaline coursing through her veins. Every tiny hair on her body rises. Her heart rate accelerates until she can feel it behind her teeth, a war drum. She moves with utmost caution; she cannot make a sound.

There’s a creak of metal. A low groan.

Kara recognizes the sound. The pleading moan of perverse hunger.

She can’t see it, as she creeps around the passenger side of the dark vehicle. The thing must be inside the car. The sound came from low down, though. Maybe it’s on the ground. Unsurprising—they always seem to end up there in the end. After having exhausted the limits of human muscle, with no prey left to chase down, they collapse like expended cargo.

The car is a solid black Rolls-Royce. A rare sight in the city, let alone out here. This one has seen better days, though. Shiny paint marred by dust, pock-marked with dents, half the bumper hanging off. How it ended up swerved into the ditch of this rural, two-lane road is a mystery.

Probably someone trying to escape.

Kara’s mind constructs the story even as she rounds the front of the car, reaching for her weapons. It must have contained someone wealthy or important, someone with the resources to get this far. But they must have been infected before they could escape. Though shaken, they would have attempted to brush it off. Nothing but a scrape. The teeth had barely punctured their skin. They would have sped away, gotten off the interstate at the first chance, taken turn after turn until they found a safe, isolated road. This is how far they got before the alien pathogens hijacked their brain.

But that would mean—Kara’s pulse spikes again—that would mean the creature on the other side of this vehicle is the most dangerous kind. Starved for the taste of human flesh. Not spent, but with the full power of the human body. When used without regard for muscles tearing, flesh rending, bones breaking, it could do remarkable things.

Kara knows. She has witnessed it.

The way Alex moved, when the disease took hold…

She shudders. Pushes the image from her mind. That thing hadn’t been Alex anymore.

Kara considers her weapons. A large kitchen knife. A small handgun—the better bet. Not much ammunition left, though. She’ll have to move quickly. She’ll have to make it count.

She lifts the gun, then lunges around the front of the car and fires.

The shot echoes across the scrubby hills. A shriek rings out, black hair flying as the creature shields itself. It begins to turn to her. She missed. Kara’s finger is pushing down on the trigger again when a voice cries, “Wait! Wait!”

She wrenches the gun aside. Her shot flies wide.

There is nothing but heaving breathing in the wake. Human breathing.

The woman crouched on the ground, staring up at Kara in terrified shock, is alive. Truly alive. What’s more, Kara knows her.

 “How are you here?” Kara says. The cognitive dissonance of seeing that face here, now, is so intense that she wonders if she’s hallucinating.

“What?” says Lena Luthor. “Why are you trying to kill me? Do I know you?”

We’ve met before.

“No.” Kara feels herself flush. How absurd that she’s even capable of such a reaction anymore. “I’m nobody.”

Lena Luthor stands on unsteady legs. “No, you’re that reporter. From… BuzzFeed, was it? You came to my office with Clark Kent.”

“CatCo Magazine,” Kara corrects automatically. It feels like a lifetime since she was Cat Grant’s assistant, barely daring to aspire to journalism. Struck nearly speechless by the presence of this woman—her inarguable celebrity crush.

Embarrassing.

Lena looks uneasily at the gun. Kara realizes it’s still pointing in her direction. She drops her arm. “Shoot. Sorry.”

“Don’t shoot, preferably,” Lena says dryly. It takes a second for Kara to realize it’s a joke.

“I wasn’t trying to— I thought you were… one of them. You’re not infected, are you?”

“None of them have touched me. This thing is bullet-proof. I did plow through a few of them…” Lena looks queasy. Kara follows her gaze to the front of the car. There’s blood congealed on the grill.

A flash of memory. She sees the creature that was once Winn charging at her. Her panicked swipe of the kitchen knife across its throat. The spray of his blood, copious, vibrant, across her shirt, across the pavement. For hours, she was terrified the blood had found its way into some scrape, some opening. Infecting her.

She grimaces, presses her thumb hard into the space between her eyes. Stop.

“Where did you even come from?” Lena says. “There’s nothing around here.”

“I walked from the city. I’ve been trying to find anywhere with supplies. There was a group of us. I’m the only one left.” That awful, leaden truth. Kara pushes past it. “How did you get out? I haven’t seen anyone else in weeks.”

“I hid in my office. I had it outfitted as a kind of bunker years ago. I thought I was being insane at the time, and yet…” She trails off, ashamed. “I did nothing to help. Nothing. I stayed there until it quieted down. Then I took the car, and I ran.”

“You couldn’t have done much. No one could have.”

“And now my stupid tire blew, and I am somehow incapable of changing it, so I’m pretty much fucked.” Lena kicks the deflated tire. “Fuck!”

“Your tire?” Belatedly, Kara notices the spare lying on the ground, alongside a toolbox and a badly misplaced jack. She feels a wild urge to laugh. That’s it? “I can fix your tire.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” She swallows. Remembers that somehow, Lena Luthor is standing in front of her. A woman who Kara has followed extensively in tabloids for years. A world leader for tech. Generous. Brilliant. Beautiful. “On one condition.”  

“What’s that?”

“Take me with you.”

Lena Luthor leans against her car and, miraculously, grins. She gives Kara a lingering once-over. “Where are you going?”

“Anywhere. Away from here. I need to find out what happened to my cousin. And my mom.”

“Well, I could use the company,” Lena says. “It’s a deal.”

She holds out her hand. Kara shakes it. At the feel of Lena’s hand in hers, warm, chapped, alive, Kara feels a spark of something she hasn’t felt for ages, since before her life turned into a nightmare.

Hope.

[saduboiss]

I’m okay.

it’s getting bad again

[star-manis]

op u good?

lost my mind over how OP killed(?) Shockwave nearly the exact same way Megatron killed him that man is possessed

also the colors are so delicious i want to eat it

wips!

[magickpancakes]

Heres a beautiful drawing i made for the lovely @tired-goblin :3 ty so much for commissioning me!

[sun-marie]

hidden in plain sight

[snow-on-mtsilver]

i HATE posting about syscourse but like i need to address this

most (but not all, i get that) pro endo posts we see are like: haiii ^.^ we're pro endo/endogenic/not traumagenic/not disordered so pls do not interact if ur an anti!!!!

meanwhile most (again, not all) anti endo posts that we see are like: ENDOS FUCK OFF!!! ENDOS ARE NOT REAL ENDOS ARE NOT REAL ENDOS ARE NOT REAL ENDOS ARE NOT REAL ENDOS ARE NOT REAL ENDOS ARE NOT REAL ENDOS ARE NOT REAL ENDOS ARE NOT REAL ENDOS ARE NOT REAL ENDOS ARE NOT REAL ENDOS ARE NOT RE- ALL ENDOS ARE HORRIBLE PEOPLE!!! ALL PRO ENDOS ARE HORRIBLE PEOPLE!!! THEY WILL RUIN THE ECONOMY!!!! THEY ARE STEALING OUR RESOURCES(said resources most likely being either therapy which, not really stealing the resources since it's not exclusively for systems, pluralkit, which i'm 99% sure is pro endo, and simply plural, which i'm also 99% sure is pro endo (especially since they both use the term "plural" which i see much more commonly in pro endo spaces))