#all of the core pieces were already there it just needed the right mix

[my-name-is-siduri]

thinking about how insane it is that the first thing the Pet Shop Boys released was West End Girls like they really started at 100, perfection, a masterpiece

[motherismotheringggg]

bad idea right? 🩷

summary: inspired by “bad idea right” by olivia rodrigo where the reader continues to hook up with a POS man for the plot

type: female reader x piece of shit nicholas chavez

tags: 18+, oral (f! and m! receiving), p in v unprotected sex, smutty smut smut

author’s note: these pictures have been floating around on twitter and i’m ovulating so yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, i have a few requests im working on i PROMISE but this was just something quick to take the edge off lololo

taglist: @blackynsupremacy , @hoffmansgirl , @godzillawillsaveus , @purple-1995 , @ilovecheetahchrome

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You already came once, your body trembling and your breath staggered as your fingers tangled in Nicholas’s drenched brown locks. The strands clung to his forehead, damp with sweat and the heat radiating between your thighs. His head remained buried while his tongue moved with deliberate precision, sending shocks through your entire being.

His grip on your thighs was unrelenting, his strong hands pinning you in place as if daring you to try and escape. Each squeeze of his fingers was possessive, grounding you even as your body felt like it might float away. You squirmed under his hold, your back arching off the bed as you tried—desperately—to match the rhythm of his tongue. The need to chase your next orgasm consumed you, and you bucked your hips in defiance, seeking more friction.

But Nicholas wasn’t having it. With a low, almost teasing hum against your core, he pressed you down harder, the vibrations traveling through your body and making your toes curl. “Mmhmm,” he murmured, his voice muffled and thick with determination.

His tongue flicked and swirled with a maddening consistency, alternating between soft, teasing strokes and firmer, more focused licks that had you crying out his name. The slick sounds of his efforts filled the room, mixing with the erratic cadence of your gasps and whimpers.

“Nicholas—oh my—fuck baby I’m gonna cum again,” you choked out, your thighs trembling against his head as the pleasure built once more. He responded with a deep groan, the vibration sending another heat wave crashing over you. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, almost smug, as he doubled down, sucking gently on your swollen flesh before diving back in with relentless fervor.

Your vision blurred, and the only thing tethering you to reality was the pressure of his hands and the unrelenting rhythm of his tongue. You felt the heat coil low in your belly, tighter and tighter, until it was ready to snap again, leaving you utterly undone under his unwavering devotion.

————

You hated how good this felt. Hated that you left an amazing party—music pounding, laughter filling the air, and drinks flowing freely—just to come here. Hated that Nicholas knew your body better than you cared to admit. Hated even more that, despite texting him a week ago that he could go to hell after finding yet another girl’s earrings in his car, the moment he texted, asking you to come over so he could "explain," you didn’t hesitate. Not for a second.

The worst part? You two weren’t even dating. He made that abundantly clear every time he let you stumble across little reminders that he wasn’t yours—earrings, lip gloss, a strand of hair on his jacket. He was as casual with you as he was with all the other owners of forgotten trinkets, and yet here you were. The justification was simple: Nicholas was hot. Ridiculously, unfairly, breathtakingly hot. Even your friends, who hated him on principle as good friends should, grudgingly admitted it. Over too many glasses of wine, they’d rage about how lucky he was to have ever fucked you, how you could—and should—do so much better.

But then you’d all spiral into the same conclusion: the sex was that good. If it was just sex, where was the harm? No feelings. No expectations. Just chemistry so electric it was impossible to ignore. Or so you told yourselves.

You were still stewing in that inner monologue when the Uber Black he sent—a sleek Cadillac Escalade with more legroom than you’d ever need—pulled up in front of his house. He hadn’t even come to get you himself. Typical. Still, the luxury ride felt like a taunt, a reminder of his carelessness and charm rolled into one.

He stood at the screen door, waving like you hadn’t been here a dozen times before, as if this wasn’t familiar territory. The audacity made you clench your jaw. “Probably thinking of the wrong bitch, Nicholas,” you thought bitterly, stepping out of the car and walking the path up to his front steps. He disappeared into the house before you reached the door, leaving it open but not bothering to greet you. At least the Uber waited until you stepped inside before driving off.

When you entered, he was coming from the kitchen with a bottle of water in one hand and a pack of peanut butter crackers in the other. His acid-wash cut-off tee clung to his broad shoulders, exposing arms that looked freshly pumped, veins prominent against the taut muscle. His light-wash jeans sat low on his hips, almost too low, and his damp brown hair suggested he’d either just showered or worked out. Either way, he looked like sin incarnate, and you hated that you noticed.

“How was the party?” he asked casually, handing you the water without meeting your eyes.

“It was fine,” you lied, taking the bottle. The party had been incredible—exactly what you’d needed to blow off steam—but you hadn’t been able to enjoy a second of it. Your eyes were glued to your phone, heart racing every time the screen lit up, desperate for a text from him.

“How drunk are you?” he asked, throwing himself onto the couch. His legs spread wide, a deliberate display of arrogance and ease that made your knees weak.

“I only had a little at the pregame and one drink at the party,” you replied, keeping your tone neutral as you settled on the couch, purposefully keeping a distance. You hoped—prayed—he’d close it.

He flipped through channels on the TV, silent, as if your presence was a background noise he barely registered. No apology. No explanation. Just… silence. The minutes dragged on. You finished the water, ate the crackers, slipped off your shoes and jacket, and still, he hadn’t said a word.

Your patience thinned. You pulled out your phone and started to scroll through Twitter, but the persistent 10% battery notification kept popping up, breaking your focus.

“Where’s your charger?” you asked finally, your tone sharp. You wanted him to feel the same irritation bubbling in your chest, the frustration of being somewhere you weren’t entirely wanted.

His eyes narrowed, the faintest flicker of annoyance crossing his face. “It’s in the bedroom,” he said flatly, clicking off the TV and standing. “I was gonna head to bed anyway.”

He didn’t wait for you, heading up the stairs without a backward glance. You hesitated, annoyance burning hotter in your chest, but you followed. What choice did you have?

He veered into the bathroom as you continued into the bedroom. Plugging your phone into the charger, you sat on the edge of the bed, hands in your lap. The tension in the air was suffocating. You thought you came over for sex, for the magnetic pull he always had on you. But now, sitting there in the quiet, it felt different. Wrong.

What the fuck was his problem?

He came into the room and turned on the lights. The glow immediately shifted the atmosphere—it was that deep, sultry red, the kind that made every surface in the room look warmer, more intimate. He had those color-changing bulbs, the ones you teased him about being too bachelor pad, but right now, they worked. When he asked Alexa to turn them on, the tone in his voice was smooth, commanding, and it sent a small shiver through you.

You crossed your arms, not ready to let the tension fizzle. “Why did you call me here?” you asked abruptly, your voice cut through the sexual tension he built.

He turned, leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. “Why did you come?” The pause before his reply was deliberate, calculated, like he wanted to see if you’d flinch first.

“You’re so full of shit, Nick, you know that?” The words came out hot, but your tone wavered somewhere between anger and exhaustion.

“You’re using me like I’m using you,” you continued, “so let’s not pretend we’re here to ‘talk it out.’ But if you’re gonna pull me from a party, the least you could do is wait at the fucking door.”

He didn’t react right away. His dark eyes followed you, studying your every move, every flicker of emotion on your face. Finally, he straightened up, stepping toward you with that maddening, cocky stride. “I didn’t have to beg,” he said coolly, his voice low, almost a whisper. “You would’ve come anyway.”

And then he was in front of you, so close that the heat of him felt tangible. He tilted your chin up with a gentle touch, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“But you’re right,” he said, softer now, his lips barely curved into a smile. “And I’m sorry.”

His brown eyes held yours, and you hated the way your chest tightened in response. The way his apology, half-hearted as it might have been, still made you want to fold. You felt a traitorous flutter below as his gaze lingered.

“I can make it up to you,” he murmured, his smirk growing. Before you could form a reply, he pulled back just enough to whip off his shirt with a single hand, the movement fluid and practiced.

You bit the inside of your lip, unable to stop your eyes from wandering. Nicholas wasn’t just hot—he was infuriatingly perfect. His body was sculpted, all broad chest, chiseled abs, and a taut, defined core. You wanted to stay mad, but it was impossible not to admire the view.

Your hand reached out instinctively, pressing against his stomach to keep some distance between you, but the firmness under your palm only made your thoughts scatter. “Are you really sorry?” you asked, and your voice betrayed you with its softness.

He dropped to his knees with a deliberate slowness, his lips brushing against your neck before trailing to the delicate curve of your collarbone. His tongue lingered there, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Do you really care?” he murmured, the words slipping out between kisses and lazy licks.

You opened your mouth to respond, but it dissolved into a shaky exhale when his hands slid up your thighs, his touch sure and possessive. In one fluid motion, he hooked his fingers into your sparkly stockings and thong, pulling them down with an ease that left you breathless. He never broke contact, his lips still grazing your skin as your breath hitched.

“Scoot back,” he commanded softly, his voice low and gravelly, filled with a promise you couldn’t ignore.

You did as he asked, shifting onto the bed until your back rested against the cool sheets.

“Lay down.”

There was no hesitation in his tone, and again, you complied, your pulse quickening as you watched him. He kissed his way up your thighs, moving deliberately, taking his time with each press of his lips against your skin. You clenched your fists in anticipation, your heart pounding as he drew closer and closer to where you wanted him most.

But then he stopped, hovering just inches away. The pause was excruciating, the air thick with tension. You propped yourself up on your elbows, desperate to see what the hold-up was, only to find him looking up at you with that infuriating smirk.

“Hard to hate me now, huh?” he teased, his voice dripping with smugness.

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some shred of dignity, but before you could respond, his tongue found you, gliding across your folds with a precision that sent shockwaves through your body.

You were already wet—God, you hated how ready you were for him—and he noticed. The deep, guttural moans that rumbled from him as he tasted you made your legs tremble. Each movement of his tongue was calculated, intentional, drawing out noises from you that you couldn’t suppress even if you tried.

The annoyance you’d felt moments ago melted away, replaced with an all-consuming heat. Nicholas had you unraveling, and the worst part? He knew exactly what he was doing.

————

You were coming down from your second orgasm, body trembling, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. The intensity of the moment left your legs weak, barely able to hold you up. Nicholas, still standing tall, reached out to steady you, his grip firm yet gentle. Your knees buckled slightly, and he chuckled low, the sound dripping with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

“I got you, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice smooth yet commanding with a light chuckle.

You hated how hot that sounded, how it made your stomach flutter despite the exasperation you felt at his confidence. But you didn’t have long to dwell on it because his hands were already moving, cupping your face with a tenderness that contrasted with the hunger in his eyes. He kissed you deeply, his lips claiming yours with a slow intensity that made your toes curl.

When he pulled back, he didn’t waste time. His hands gripped the hem of your black baby tee, yanking it off in one swift motion. The cool air hit your skin, but the warmth radiating from him kept you from feeling cold. His eyes raked over you with a predatory gaze before he spoke, his voice low and firm.

“Take off your skirt and get in whatever position you want.”

The sheer boldness of his tone made your breath catch, his suave command both infuriating and intoxicating. You rolled your eyes slightly, but the corner of your lips twitched in a smirk. Before you obeyed, you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss. This one was all heat, your lips moving against his with purpose. Your hands roamed down his body, fingers trailing over his toned chest before stopping at his nipples.

You pinched them lightly, earning a sharp inhale from him. He winced, but a grin quickly followed, spreading across his face as he kissed you back.

Your hands moved lower, fingers deftly undoing his belt and the button of his pants. You leaned in close, letting your breath tickle his ear as you whispered, “Take them off.”

Nicholas didn’t hesitate. His pants hit the floor in one smooth motion, and when you dropped to your knees in front of him, you were eye level with the evidence of his arousal. His member strained against the fabric of his briefs, the sight alone making you bite your lip.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband and slowly tugged them down, letting his length spring free. You took a moment to admire him, the thickness and length both impressive and intimidating. Instead of diving straight in, you started soft, pressing kisses along his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under your lips.

When you finally took him in your mouth, his reaction was immediate. His head fell back, a deep moan escaping his lips as you swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip. You traced the veins along his shaft with your tongue, savoring the way his body responded to every movement. His hands found their way into your hair, fingers threading through your tight, coily curls.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

You felt his hips begin to move, small, involuntary thrusts into your mouth. Before he could take control, you pulled back slightly, your hand wrapping firmly around his base to still him. He let out a surprised laugh, his chest heaving as he looked down at you with a mix of awe and frustration.

“You’re so nasty I fucking love it,” he muttered.

You didn’t respond, instead taking him deeper into your throat. The sound of your gagging filled the room, and it only seemed to spur him on. His moans grew louder, more guttural, his hands tightening in your hair as he struggled to keep from losing control.

But Nicholas wasn’t one to be outdone. Before you could push him any further, he pulled you up with a strength that left you breathless. His lips crashed into yours, his kiss messy and desperate, tasting himself on your tongue.

In one swift motion, he turned and pushed you onto the bed. You instinctively got on your knees, arching your back in a way that had him muttering something you couldn’t quite make out, though the hunger in his tone was unmistakable. He knelt behind you, his large hands grabbing your ass as he lowered his mouth to your core.

His tongue was relentless, licking and teasing you from behind, the sensation making you cry out. When he finally slid inside you, it was with a slow, deliberate thrust that had both of you gasping.

You were soaked, your body offering no resistance, yet the tightness still made him pause for a moment to adjust. His hands gripped your hips as he began to move, his pace steady and controlled. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through you, your moans filling the room as he buried himself deeper.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire.

His movements were hypnotic, his pace unyielding as he built you up again, your body responding to him as if it were made for this.

Nicholas’s hands gripped your waist firmly, his fingers pressing into your skin with a possessive strength as he pulled you upright. Your back collided with his broad chest, the heat of his body radiating against yours. Every ridge and contour of his toned frame was pressed into you, the connection intimate and unrelenting. His hips didn’t falter, his thrusts angling deeper, making you gasp as your head fell back against his shoulder.

His hand slid up your body, tracing a line from your hip to your chin. He tilted your face toward him, his fingers gentle yet commanding. The kiss he gave you was slow, deliberate, and maddeningly intimate. It wasn’t the kind of kiss meant to heighten the heat of the moment—it was the kind that left you breathless, spinning, and vulnerable. His lips moved against yours with a purpose that felt like a promise, one you weren’t sure you should believe.

"You’re my favorite," he murmured against your lips, the words low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

The admission stirred something deep inside you, though it was tinged with frustration. You of course knew there were others—there had always been whispers, fleeting glances, and the occasional name dropped in conversation. Yet the way he said it, the way his voice cracked ever so slightly, made you feel singular, special, irreplaceable.

Before you could dwell on the thought, his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers finding your throbbing clit with precision. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The combination was overwhelming, your moans spilling out unbidden, loud and unabashed.

"Let it out," he coaxed, his breath hot against your ear, his voice dripping with encouragement. "I know, baby."

His words sent another wave of pleasure through you, his thumb and fingers working you with infuriating skill. “Tell me how you like it,” he growled, his tone rough, demanding, yet tender.

“Nicholas,” you whimpered, his name leaving your lips like a prayer. “I need you so fucking bad baby,” you managed to gasp, your voice breaking as the pleasure became too much to bear.

He chuckled low, his thrusts growing deeper, each one more deliberate than the last. “I’m here baby, I’m yours” he murmured, his voice softening as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. “Even if I tried, I couldn’t find anyone that feels as good as you.”

The vulnerability in his tone shattered the last of your defenses. That confession, paired with the overwhelming sensations coursing through you, became your undoing.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum Nicholas I - ”

“Wait for me,” he interrupted, his voice tight with restraint. “We’ll do it together. Hold out for me, baby.”

It took every ounce of willpower to obey, your fingers clutching the sheets as you teetered on the edge. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate, and when he finally whispered, “I’m ready,” it was all you needed.

Your release hit you like a tidal wave, your body trembling as you shattered around him. Every nerve in your body ignited, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Nicholas groaned deeply, his hands gripping your waist as he followed you over the edge, his movements erratic and frenzied as he spilled into you.

You collapsed onto the bed, your chest heaving, legs trembling uncontrollably. Nicholas followed you down, his weight comforting as he rested against you for a moment. He pressed a trail of gentle kisses along your shoulder, up the back of your neck, his lips lingering as he whispered, “So good,” his voice now soft, affectionate, and full of unspoken emotion.

After a few moments, you wriggled out from under him, mumbling something about needing the bathroom. Your legs wobbled as you made your way across the room, and when you returned, you saw that Nicholas had laid out your favorite sleep shirt—the oversized one you kept at his place for nights like this. The thoughtful gesture brought a small smile to your lips, but it faded when you noticed his phone resting on the nightstand, its screen lit up with a missed call.

You didn’t think much of it until the phone buzzed again. This time, a girl’s name you didn’t recognize flashed across the screen. A flicker of annoyance crept in, but you quickly rejected the call, not ready to let it intrude on the moment.

Slipping on the shirt, you climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over you. Nicholas turned toward you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Come here,” he murmured, his tone drowsy but content, his voice still carrying that edge of affection that made it hard to stay guarded.

Despite the lingering curiosity—and the faint sting of the call—you let yourself melt into his warmth. For now, at least, you decided to hold onto the fleeting perfection of the moment.

[hxt1b]

"i knew the day i met you you'd be the one"

choso x reader 

These tiktoks and the amazing art had some hand in the inspo of this one. Choso / Sukuna. oh and maybe a little bit of this one too. i’m just gonna go ahead and add this link too. because it fits.

-> WC: 2.7k

-> CW: Motocross AU, older brother Sukuna, Sukuna and Choso do not get along, Sukuna is overprotective of you and Choso is possessive kinda, Yuji and Sukuna are separate-bodied individuals for this, and Sukuna is not in true form I mean this is a motocross au so… pwp, well some plot. smut warning [teasing, fingering, name calling {you: slut}, hair pulling, spanking, finger sucking, minor ass play, manhandling, penetration, choking. Idk if missed anything] 

-> A/N: oh my, I fucking hope this isn't shit, its kinda deprived and cracked but I hope you guys like it. Idk I feel like the ending could have been better, but still I don't think its completely terrible. Lastly please excuse any messed up grammar I tried my best. 

Masterlist 

prompt list for requests.

 -> request: "hi bestie

Could I have a piece on Choso and Sukuna with Prompts: #2 “Take it off” and #4”Move away from the door and let me have at him”?? Suggestive, fluff or even smut!! 

Thank you for taking the time to get to my request hehe I’m looking forward to it" @bts-sierra <here you go babe>. 

Choso's hands were in your hair, under your shirt, sliding up your skirt. Rough fingers digging into soft skin, heated kisses pressed into oversensitive flesh that he'd just sucked on. Marks were already littering your upper chest, he had you half undressed with all your clothes still on. His thigh was in between your legs, your hips moving against him uninhibited. His body was pushing you into the wall, your hands pulling at his hair. 

Chose was everywhere, and you loved it. 

He moaned your name at the base of your throat, his hot breath lighting your skin on fire. You breathed a whimper in response as his left hand trailed down your stomach to your core. 

He didn't touch you, at least not where you wanted him to. He dragged deft fingers along your panties and over the apex of your thighs. You groaned bucking your hips at him. In response Choso sank his teeth into your collarbone, gently gathering the skin with his teeth and sucking, before licking at it with his tongue. You shivered your body arching into him. 

"You want my fingers?" He asked. 

You nodded. 

"Say it." He demanded. 

"I want your fingers, Choso." 

He hummed. Finally pushed your panties to the side and dragging this middle finger up your slit. "What do you want these fingers to do?"

His tone was light, mocking. His face drawn back taking in your features. Your head was tilted back leaning into the wall and you breathed heavily, your entire being worked up from the heated kisses and almost there touches. 

"Choso." You whined. 

"I need direction, darling." He breathed, his right hand settling on the wall beside your head. His head cocking to the side, his lips curled up into a smirk that had your cunt flexing about nothing. 

"Uh, please," you mumbled, "Fuck me with them."  

He hummed again, moving his middle finger in a slow circle around your clit. Before slowly sinking it into your heat. 

"Like this?" 

"More." 

"So greedy." But he added another finger. You moaned at his slow ministrations. 

"Fuck," you cursed as you curled your hands into the front of his shirt. He added a third finger, but his rhythm was still the same. Slow and agonizing. "Harder." You begged. 

Choso leaned his head closer to yours his lips brushing over yours. 

"What would your brother say if knew how much of a slut you are for me?" 

You narrowed your eyes at him, hoping your glare was registering. 

"Why would you-" 

Your words were cut off by a loud moan as he picked up his pace, his fingers curling into your sweet spot. It was mind-numbing, his thumb worked at your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. The wet sound filled the air around you mixing with your panting and his soft breathing. 

You moved your hand to the back of his head and tilted your face up to kiss him. He let you, his tongue instantly thrusting into your mouth. His hand left the wall and moved to the back of your head pulling you further into his kiss. His lips moved against your lips at a bruising rate. 

"You're fucking mine." He muttered. His fingers pulled your head back by pulling on your hair. 

You were close, Choso knew your body like the back of his hand, the two of you had been sneaking around behind Sukuna's back for almost half a year now. 

"Am I?" You taunted. 

Your body was coiled tight, Choso's fingers pumped in and out of you brutally now. He growled your name as you finally came apart on his fingers. He stayed with you for a couple more seconds working your over for your high before taking a step back from you, letting your body slump against the wall. His eyes narrowed at you as he licked his fingers clean. Your walls clenched at the action, and you let out an involuntary whimper. 

"Take it off." Chose commended lowly. "Take it all off." You quickly ripped your clothes off and moved to the bed. Chose pushed you down onto your stomach. You looked over your shoulder at him, your body shuddering as you took in his gaze, amused and full of lust. 

"So obedient for someone questioning if they're actually mine." 

You moved onto your hands and knees leaning your hips back so that you pressed into his hips. Moving against his still-clothed erection. You were fixed under his stare, coming apart for him slowly one day at a time while he pulled at your strings. 

You were his. You just never said it. 

He gripped your hips roughing, pushing you off his body. A rough smack landed against your ass causing you to cry out in shock. 

"You gonna question it again darling?" He asked his hand rubbing against the sting. 

You looked over your shoulder again, your lip caught between your teeth. 

"Last I checked I was nobodies." You taunted again. Choso narrowed his eyes again his nose flaring at your words as he breathed in deeply. You loved taunting him, it always, always, worked out in your favour. 

"Oh baby," He murmured, his fingers digging into your hips harder. "Start counting." With that he smacked you again, your body jolting forward as he did. 

You moaned and whimpered. "One."  

He soothed the sting again by rubbing your quickly heating skin before smacking your ass again, and again and again harder as he went switching hands until you were shaking and barely able to get your words out. 

"What was that he asked," After what you hoped was the last one. 

"T-ten" You tried again.

"Good girl." He finally praised, and you keened under the praise. 

He let go of you, "head on the pillow." He said and you dropped down, letting your ass hang in the air as you curled your arms around the pillow, your breath barely caught before Choso was on you again, his cock gliding through your folds and his hands gripping your ass cheeks pulling at them so he could watch his cock glide through your slick nudging your clit with each pass. 

"So wet for me." He groaned, and you moaned in response. Your brain was fogged, words probably wouldn't come for a while, not any that could make much sense anyway. 

Your whines were needy as he lined his cock up with your entrance, the pressure causing you to writhe against him. 

"Stay still." His fingers dug into you to keep you still as he slowly pushed in, pumping his cock slowly to get deeper into you. When his hips were seated against your ass, he let out a deep groan, letting his head fall back as he let himself take in the feel of your cunt clutching at his cock. 

"So perfect," he mumbled. "So fucking mine." He pulled back slowly before pumping back into you. Your hands clenched at the pillow case pulling at it. 

You were starting to feel like you couldn't handle it, you felt like you were gonna burst and he'd only just started. Moans and whimpers spilled from your lips, only stuttered by nonsense words and his name. 

Choso snickered at you as he set a rhythm, his hips gradually gaining momentum, his hand gripped at your hair and pulled your body up to his. Your back flush against his chest, one hand wrapped around your throat, as the other kept a grip on your hair. 

His hips met yours halfway as you thrust back into him. Your hands gripped his arm as your entire body was enveloped in a searing heat that pushed at your lungs as he tightened his grip on your throat. 

"You're doing fucking amazing, darling." Choso praised his lips brushing your ear. "My fucking slut. Taking my cock like you were made for me. Only me."  

He took your ear lobe into his mouth, sucking. Finally, he let up on your throat, letting you breathe easier. His hand left your hair, rounding your body and bringing two fingers to your mouth. 

"Suck." You instantly opened for him, taking his fingers into your mouth and sucking, swirling your tongue around the two digits. He pulled his fingers from your mouth without warning before pushing you back into the bed roughly. His thrusts faltered for a second as he gripped at your ass again. His fingers circled your other hole dragging louder moans out of you as he did so.

He laughed at your reaction. "Yeah, baby I know you love this." He said and slowly sank a spit-soaked finger into you. The stretch stung but you couldn't come up with anything but whined moans. Your hips still pushing back against him. You were becoming desperate for release your body was prickling with desire and overwhelmed by Choso. 

He pumped his finger once, twice before leaving it still and picking pace with his hips. Your hips stilled at his actions his free hand holding you in place as he rutted against you. The tight knot in your stomach finally snapped spreading pins prickling all over you. Your ears rang, your eyes shut tight, your hands ripping at the sheets as you convulsed around his cock. 

He was moaning loudly, his hips still snapped into you as he chased his high. You could tell he was close from how frantic he was becoming, your orgasm was still seething through you when he came inside you. His cum coating your walls. 

He removed his hands from you, falling over you on the bed, his arms bracketing your head. 

"Fuck me." He muttered, his lips pressing soft kisses on your shoulder and then the side of your face, urging you to turn into him so he could kiss you on the lips. You obliged and he softly kissed your mouth drawing your tongue against his. 

"Say it." He muttered, his voice low. Your brain wasn't working, his cock was still inside you and you were still squirming against him despite how spent you felt. 

Choso groaned lowly and pushed his hips into you to keep you still. 

"Fuck, darling. Say it." He was almost whining. "Say you're mine." 

He bit at your jaw, nipping at your skin over and over again. Your head was still spinning, and maybe that's why you said it because, in a regular state of mine, you wouldn't have or at this point maybe you would have you couldn't say. 

"I'm yours." And you were. He kissed you again, his mouth hot against yours as he kissed you deeply, almost like he was sucking your being into him. Molding you both into one. 

Slowly he pulled out of you and went into his bathroom bringing back a wet town to clean you up. When he was done he slipped back into the bed next to you pulling you into him. 

"Aren't you racing in an hour?" You asked. Fucking you was a part of his pre-race ritual. Choso nodded, raking a hand through his hair 

"Yeah, but I have time for this." He said pulling you impossibly tight against his body. You sighed and snuggled in, because why not? It was a soft moment and those were rare, although not as rare as a couple of months ago but still you wouldn't call them frequent. 

Your name being hollered loudly startled you. Choso tightened his grip on you. Loud banging followed the yelling and you let out a deep breath. 

Sukuna. 

"This was a long time coming," Choso muttered reluctantly letting go of you. You panicked internally moving out of the bed quickly. Sukuna was unstable at best and psychotic at worst, you grabbed a shirt and pulled it over your head. Choso pulled on sweats and you rushed through his apartment to the door before he could get there. 

They did not need to get into a fistfight before a race. 

You hesitated at the door and glanced behind you to see Choso leaning against the wall across his front door. He nodded at you to open the door. Your brother was still banging on it like a mad man screaming your name probably scaring everyone in the building. 

"Sukuna-" 

He growled your name taking a step into the apartment, but you pushed him back into the hall. He glared down at you taking in your attire. His eyes flared, his anger on full display. 

"What the fuck are you wearing? Look at you, What the fuck. I have been looking for you for two hours." 

"Sukuna -" You tried again.

"No, Move away from the door and let me have at him.” He demanded shoving you out of the way. You gripped at his shirt and pushed him back again, he growled over your head at Choso who was at your back. They were both a head taller than you, Choso just an inch taller than your brother. 

"What the fuck are you doing with my baby sister you fucking freak?" Your brother growled. You opened your mouth to reply but Choso cut you off. His hand resting on your hip as he leaned over you towards your brother. 

"What do you think?"

Your head snapped up at Choso, the smug look on his face sending a shock of anger through you. 

Sukuna's breathing deepened before he turned an angry look at you, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist pulling you towards him, but Choso was still holding you, his arm now wrapped around your entire waist.

"You motherfucker. This is your revenge, right? For the fight with Yuji." Sukuna's grip on your wrist tightened as you struggled against them both. 

"Maybe," Choso replied. You fumed. Why was he acting like this, like you were just an object of play for the both of them? Your brother and Yuji got into a fight a week ago, your brother had broken the boy's nose. But you'd been with Choso far longer than that so his act was grating on you. 

"I'm going to rip you to shreds," Sukuna growled. Choso just laughed. 

"I'd like to see you try." 

"Step out from behind my sister you bitch." 

"Gladly," Choso said and moved you to the side. 

"Stop." You cried out as Sukuna swung at Choso. Choso ducked and grabbed the front of Sukuna's shirt ramming his fist into his nose all in the same breath. 

Your brother swore loudly as the bone cracked under Choso's knuckles. You cursed before stepping into the mess and pulling your brother away from Choso. 

"That was for Yuji you dumb bitch. Your sister and I have nothing to do with you." Choso grumbled and turned away from the both of you. His words warmed inside you, and you wanted to laugh at how fickle your emotions could be. A couple of words from this man and you went from seething to swooning. 

Sukuna lunged for Choso's back but you stepped in the way. 

"Okay okay," You said in a calm voice. "Lets get you a towel." 

"No fuck you." He grumbled and shoved you away from him. His hand cradled his broken nose. "You know I fucking hate him so what the fuck are you doing?" 

He was glaring down at you, his amber eyes shifting from your face to Choso's back. 

"Wel-" 

Choso cut you off, his body slanting back towards you and your brother. "Like I said Sukuna, she and I have nothing to do with you. Get that through your big-ass fucking ego. I hate you. But her-" 

He cut himself off, and you were thankful. Whatever he was gonna say was going to be the first time it was going to be said and hearing it in front of your brother was not the way you wanted to hear it. 

Sukuna grumbled and looked down at you still pissed. 

"Get fucking dressed. We're leaving." 

"No, I'm not going with you." You replied sternly. 

"Yes, you are. I'm not fucking asking." 

"You don't own me Sukuna." 

"Fuck,-" 

"Just go," Choso said, his eyes gliding over you, "I'll see you after the race." You blinked at him, his eyes shining at you, his lips curved into a smile. As if to say, you were his anyway, going with your brother right now didn't change that. It just pacified Sukuna's tantrum. 

~ hxt1b feb 9, 2024

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Disillusioned 19 . It’s Only Responsibility

a/n: omg my fav chapter is finally here. i was so giddy when writing this lol

tags: low-key yandere behavior from Cale, implied torture, if Cale says what he feels is irritability then it's irritability goddammit

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Cale feels as though he can’t get a good grasp on his emotions these days. In particular, he feels as though he feels intense emotions when _____ is thrown into the mix.

Maybe it’s because he feels accountable as he willingly took in the healer.

He doesn’t know when it started, he only noticed he felt that when back at the Gyerre Territory. It was the afternoon after he had destroyed a human trafficker’s house, just before he talked with Antonio. Ron reported that he had finished investigating the Perduellios.

“Young master, this old man took a stroll there and I must say that it’s very filthy. It looks clean from a certain distance but there are rats everywhere once you look closely. No wonder healer-nim grew up with a weak body. Someone like them does not fit that place.”

The redhead didn’t say anything but the servant could tell his listening to every word. 

The young master’s eyes don’t lie after all. 

And right now those eyes are filled with anger. 

Unmeasurable Anger

To the point it made the servant do a double-take.

Despite Cale’s brewing anger he still does everything according to plan. He doesn’t let out a single ounce of that anger until later when his talking to Alberu.

“Your Highness, the future shining sun of the Roan Kingdom. No one is as bright as you. Just seeing your face, even through a communication device, brightens my night and brings me hope for tomorrow.”

“Just tell me what you want. Is it another golden plaque? But you still have some.”

“Not this time your highness.”

Alberu was taken aback at the serious expression on the redhead’s face.

“As you already know, the Perduellios were working with the Chryshis. I trust your highness to handle the Gyerres and the Chryshis. However…”

“You want to handle the Perduellios.”

“We really are alike your highness.”

Alberu already saw this coming so he instantly agreed.

“I’ll allow it on the condition that they must stay in Aunt Tasha’s dungeon. Speaking of Aunt Tasha, she said she also wants a piece.”

“Then I shall be generous enough to share.”

Cale himself isn’t sure how he had the time to meet that bastard family. Between the war against the Indomitable Alliance. Fighting Arm and the Empire, and teaching the nobles a lesson Cale still managed to find free time to visit the Perduellios.

Must be the power of unmeasurable anger.

“Beacrox, Raon prepare to move quietly tonight. We’ll be meeting Tasha.”

The two are confused as to why, but Cale did not explain. He doesn’t need to as they instantly understand after seeing who’s inside the cell they are visiting.

“Young master Cale shouldn’t _____-nim be here?”

Cale looked at Tasha as if she said the most outrageous thing ever. Meanwhile, in the background, Beacrox is preparing his tools as Raon supplies information as to what the healer went through.

“Why would they be here when I’m doing this to relieve stress? I’m here to act trash, that’s not something an unofficial holy maiden should see.”

The next morning Alberu regrets taking a peak before the cell was cleaned up. He doesn’t think he can light up any of his beloved candles for at least a week.

+~+~+~+~+~+

Succeeding that incident, the next time Cale was overtaken by his emotions was after Operation Reflection. Unlike the last time, Cale felt two conflicting emotions this time.

Skyrocketing Pride and Plumeting Disgust

_____ was a core player during the navy battle and that made the redhead proud. Of course, he was also proud of everyone else in their group.

…but perhaps his a bit more proud of the healer.

However, it was only because they had come a long way. As Cale’s responsibility, his proud that the healer is doing better under his guidance.

Nothing more, nothing less.

“Human, those useless noble bastards were also talking bad about our _____ when you left. Some of them even had the nerve to directly yell at them. I wanted to smack them, but you told me to not do anything to those people for now so I didn't."

But then Raon’s report came.

Pride had been washed over by disgust.

Good thing _____ had talked him out of doing anything rash.

“Cale it’s okay. People who only know how to leech off other people are not worth your time.”

Did he mention how proud he is of how far _____ has come? Because he really is.

However, rumours say that it was the night after that when Cale first ‘visited’ the Perduellios.

+~+~+~+~+~+

Cale’s next overwhelming emotion is something his already familiar with. He already felt it back when they were in the Whipper Kingdom.

In fact, he has already associated this feeling with the healer.

Heart Palpitating Distress

But this time it feels more intense. Cale feels as if his heart is going to crawl out of his chest and into his mouth.

Thump!!

Thump!!

The redhead had been acting as though nothing was wrong ever since they finished the battle at Castle Leona. Contrary to his calm exterior, the redhead is a mess on the inside.

A wound, a stab wound with a lot of blood gushing.

Just inches near _____ heart.

And Cale has a strong gut feeling that it was _____’s own doing.

Seeing the copious amount of blood they lost was already bad enough. Seeing the nasty wound itself when they had to change the bandages was worse.

Then as if that isn’t enough to send Cale into a coma, the healer had the audacity to stand up not even 12 hours after their injury.

It was at that moment the commander made a conscious choice of sticking the healer to him like velcro.

+~+~+~+~+~

Nowadays, Cale is not ping-ponging between his emotions like a madman. But he did notice that he tends to feel a particular emotion these days.

Jealo– Irritability

Cale isn’t sure why he feels irritated, but he does. He feels irritated as soon as _____ woke up and started talking to Bud.

What happened during the week he was gone that those two are all friendly now?

And what was that? Bud is going to teach _____ how to drink?

Not on Cale’s watch.

It’s one thing for him if _____ themself wants to try drinking, but he won’t let the healer be coerced by some fool.

“Ron, separate those two as much as possible. That drunkard is nothing but a nuisance to _____.”

For a moment Cale got the chills when he heard Ron chuckle. It doesn’t help that the kids are laughing too. Regardless, it looks like the servant will heed his request so he lets it be.

But his jea– irritability doesn’t end there.

The next victim of Cale’s so-called irritable mood was this poor servant in Mogoru.

When Cale got back to Mogoru he unfortunately had to leave _____ back in the castle. There are too many undercover missions they have to do. And while _____ is much better than Choi Han at undercover missions, that man is a lot of things but an actor is not one of them, Cale isn’t cruel enough to make them take on such a taxing mission after being sick.

So he leaves the healer in the Mogoru Castle with Rosalyn and the others. 

“Young master-nim what about assigning a dedicated servant for healer-nim?”

Was Rosalyn’s suggestion after Cale mentioned _____’s tendency to overwork themself.

It seemed like a good idea, therefore they arranged for the healer to have a servant. The servant’s job would consist of making sure the Medicus is eating and resting properly. That servant would also act as _____’s assistant, taking care of whatever the healer needs.

At that time, Cale was satisfied with that plan.

That satisfaction quickly changed when he visited Adin’s room, (well, it’s practically _____ and Cale’s room now) and saw how the healer kept calling the servant’s name. In the beginning, it was fine, Cale didn’t mind it. But then he noticed how _____ seems to call for that servant every 5 sentences they utter.

Honestly? Even Cale knows his acting irrationally this time.

Did he care though? Of course not. Since when did trash care for another person’s feelings?

So he stationed that servant far away.

“Raon make a call in the underground villa. I must talk to Hans”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Ignoring Hannah’s snickering that turned into full-blown laughter, Cale called Hans over to assist the healer.

Because if the healer is going to rely on someone who’s not Cale, then it might as well be one of his people.

This one is a totally logical decision on Cale’s end. It’s not because of his jea– irritability.

It’s definitely just part of him being responsible over _____.

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Friends In Small Places (Chapter 1)

The size shifter story is finally here! This is more of a slightly sad piece, even though this first chapter isn’t really all that gloomy and monochrome, I actually have this entire plot line planned out and everything, and whew is the ending going to be something.

But I hope you enjoy! (this chapter is mainly just for introductions so I’m sorry if there really isn’t anything interesting TwT)

Word Count: 4.2k

CW: Depression, major anxiety, slight gore warning? (Though nothing actually happens)

1-Liam

Today the main hall was bustling with people crowding the board that had all of the activities and clubs posted on. Most of the time people didn’t care all too much about it, only the people who were actually in those clubs, but today was different for some reason. Fitting in between the seemingly hundreds of people, I saw what the commotion was all about. The psychology classes were all being called to a meeting at four. Which was when most classes ended, but still. It’s rare that this school ever calls meetings. It just so happens that I was taking psychology though. 

I sighed, moving back on the free sidewalk get to the library. A friend was waiting for me to help her study for a test she had in just a few hours. I thought I might as well help seeing that I’ve already taken the course. I used to think that college was extremely strict from how my old high school teachers described it, but in reality it’s not that hard when you just take the time to study and take a few practice tests the day before one. It was just two-and-a-half years before I major in psychology and become a therapist. Well, that was my dream anyways. In this world, it was a lot harder given that most therapists get assigned to a size shifter. That was something I didn’t want to do. Well, maybe if it was one who could only shrink, but that’s maybe it. It freaks me out knowing that there are some shifters who could be as tall as a small skyscraper, and some even bigger. A shiver ran down my spine even thinking about it. But that won’t happen. 

Among the few people sitting at the quiet tables lines with pencils, a few pieces of notebook paper, and a lamp that barely even worked, there was a girl waving her arms around aimlessly trying to gain my attention. I laughed softly before walking and sitting down next to her. It seemed she had been here for hours with how she kept her space. Papers spewed all across with scribbled down notes that was barely even legible, colored pens in a mixed mess with her other writing supplies. It made you wonder how she had even made it to college. 

“I see you’ve been hard at work, Rhya.” I set my slightly heavy bag down and started attempting to clean up the vast sums of paper all over the desk and try to keep her notes in order. 

“Yeah well, not everyone can be all neat and tidy as you are.” She lightly elbowed me before grabbing the stack of papers in my hand and shoving them in a folder. I guess she was going to re-do them after all. Either that or she didn’t need them. Despite this being primarily a nursing and health school, Rhya was in the art department. Of course she had to take the core classes along with her own elective, but she plans on becoming a graphic designer. 

“It’s not my fault I know how to study and you don’t.” I joked around, watching her pull out her computer and grab a few empty pages on notebook paper and her calculus book. 

“And it’s not my fault you don’t know how to have any fun.” She stuck her tongue out playfully before pulling up a practice test. 

“Hey I know how to have fun, just not when I know I have better things to worry about.” She solved the first problem right, pumping her fist up in the air as she wrote down the question and highlighted everything she needed to do. I’m also guessing she planned to study whatever notes she was making. 

“I guess you have a point. How’s that psychology major coming along?” She had asked, writing down the problem and attempting to solve it. I sighed, pointing to the number she was missing, “You square root that,” Rhya groaned, “It’s going good. We have some kind of weird meeting later today though.” 

“Oh? Do you know what about?” Rhya asked, but I could tell she was hiding something from me. She knew something. 

“No. Do you?” I skeptically looked at her, earning a side eye right back as she had paused her writing for a moment. 

“Would you believe me if I said no?” She grumbled, I shook my head, a slight smile forming on my face. She knew I would win this argument. 

“Okay well, this might not be true, but I heard that a few psychology students were chosen to have a training. Like, the real deal kind of thing. Size shifter and all. That the ones chosen were supposed to act like one of those special therapists.” My heart nearly skipped a beat at the news. Where did she even hear this from in the first place? There’s no way that’s even real. 

“You’re kidding, right?” I laughed nervously. Even if it was true, I doubt they’d choose a sophomore. I’ve only really had a few practices and I still have a couple more years until I become the real deal. 

“Would I lie to you?” She turned to me, a worried look on her face. Did she think I would have to go through with that? I sincerely doubt it. There was no way they’d put me on whatever list they have going on. Maybe my upperclassman though. They could choose Chelsey, she was really good with everyone and a senior. They’d most likely choose her. Maybe even Ryan since he was really experienced. Actually, he was a size shifter himself, but he’s so good at controlling his emotions that he doesn’t even need to worry about accidentally shooting up a couple feet. 

“Ah, it doesn’t matter. I doubt they choose someone with barely any experience. Don't’ worry about it.” I smiled, pointing back to Rhya’s computer to tell her that she needed to get to studying and stop worrying about me. Seriously, she really needed to study otherwise she was going to fail. I can almost guarantee that she’ll be crying to me later when she fails her test. Not my fault she doesn’t study. 

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The gym was a large space, but our entire class only took up one tiny portion of the bleacher space as our instructor and several other people dressed up in fancy suits were talking on the ground. I sat next to Ryan, who was playing with the green-colored band on his wrist, showing that he was in one of the five classes of size shifters. Purple represented that they could shrink down to an inch or maybe even smaller if their emotions had the better of them. Blue represented that they could shrink too, but not as much as the one’s with a purple wrist. Green represented that they could both shrink and grow, but only to a certain height. Yellow meant that the shifter could grow to be the size of about a small building, or maybe even a little more depending on how they’re feeling. Red was by far the worst one. To me at least. The shifter’s with a red band can grow to heights you could only dream of. Which was why all shifters with a red band were all forced to be with a specialized therapist for only them. Because if they lose control of their emotions, it could end pretty badly.  

“I’m glad you all saw the announcement on the board. I’m a little surprised really.” Mr. Smith shoved his hands in his front pant pockets, taking a look at all of us before his eyes laid on me, smiling warmly. Why? Something was up. 

“These two gentlemen here are the head of the SSU. Also known as the company that helps size shifters in need. Recently, there has been a shortage of individuals that are willing to work with shifters in helping them control themselves. These two are on the look for candidates-in-training to help fill those missing spots.” 

The two men in suits walked to the front, holding out a clipboard. Those had whoever was going to be picked for this. But why this school? There was another college not too far from here. They could choose from them. Unless they were, and the “tiny” shortage was actually a big one. Or… no. They wouldn’t do that, right? It’s the SSU, they’ve literally helped the world become safer for decades. They wouldn’t be doing an experiment, would they? 

“It’s wonderful to see all sixty-two of you young scholars gathered here today. As your professor already said, we are both from the head office at SSU looking for the best of the best to fill in those empty spots, regardless if you do or don’t have any experience.” That last part made a shiver run down my spine. Ryan turned his head to me, patting me on the back. There was no way they’d choose a nobody like me. No way in hell. 

“This list contains twenty of you who will be taking part in this. You will be in charge of taking care of your designated partner until we can find a professional replacement suited well enough to take over. If I call your name, please stay behind after we dismiss everyone.” The tall man smiled, looking down at the clipboard and calling several names. The anxiety pricked my skin like icicle shards, it had almost seemed like the man reading off names was speaking in slow motion. A few deep breaths, and it was back to normal. 

“Ryan Wright.” He smiled while earning several compliments and congratulations from his fellow classmates. 

“Chelsey Torres.” She giggled a few seats away from us. 

“And Liam Rover.” 

My muscles tensed up at the mention of my name. I couldn’t tell if my heart had stopped or if it was just beating horrifyingly fast. I could tell people were trying to praise me, but I couldn’t hear, their appraisal only reaching my ears in a muffled and slow manner. I managed the most sincere smile I could while trying to hide how much I was trembling. Maybe this would be okay? Maybe I’ll be lucky and not be paired up with a shifter who could potentially crush me between two if their fingers if they really wished to. Was the room cold or was it just me? 

“Everyone else may head to their dorms. Thank you for coming.” 

After everyone had filed out of the empty gym, the other shorter man dressed in an identical suit as the taller one started calling out our names all over again, handing them a red folder with presumedly the shifter we’ll be assigned. Was this how it was when you’re actually a professional? You just get assigned to one? You don’t get to know them or anything? 

Once I was handed my folder, I dreaded every single second of opening it. Please let it be easy, please let it be easy, please let it be eas-

Oh. 

It was only a picture of who we were partnered up with and anything that might be worth mentioning about them. Wow was I overreacting. Then again, that didn’t exactly smoothen out the anxiety that was still pricking at my skin. Though, this shifter didn’t seem so bad. If anything, he actually looked pretty nice. The only thing I had noticed was that he was diagnosed with depression. He kind of looked like it too if I were being honest. It seemed hard for him to smile for the picture. Why did I also get the hint that he wasn’t feeling very good either? I guess I’ll find out when we officially meet. 

“Inside you’ll find who your partner will be for the foreseeable future. You’ll still be coming to your classes, which was why we mainly wanted to stick with the upperclassmen, and afterward go back to where we are currently housing your designated shifter. You have three days to pack everything you need and want, and you’ll soon be living off campus. Just think of it was having a roommate that needs constant supervision.” 

Okay, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I’m almost entirely confident that this shifter won’t really be a big deal. I mean, he looks about a year or two younger than me. So he just graduated high school? Agh, I have no idea. I’m just jumping to conclusions. But, hopefully they won’t make me handle anything crazy. That I can’t do. 

——————

They were driving me across the city to go meet up with the shifter I’ll be taking care of for however long. For all I know it could be a few days or weeks. I would think someone would want to step up for the job instead of letting students do this, but I guess not. Chelsey and Ryan have texted me a few times that they were getting settled in already while I was still heading over. It was already around thirty minutes just to get across the place, so that means I’ll have to take a bus almost everyday just to make it to my classes. That’s just great, but I’m in no position to complain. I actually tried talking with Professor Smith about it, but he told me that he had no say in the matter at all, which was weird. I doubt he would want his younger students to even take part in this. 

Along the streets were the many, many buildings that both accommodated for humans and their much larger or smaller companions. Although I’ve only ever been around Ryan about twice when he’s giant, it really wasn’t that bad. He can only grow till someone was like the height if his entire hand so it really wasn’t even that bad. Of course it’s still nerve-racking, but I trust him. Plus, we were at a small party with our little friend group. I doubt he could even bring himself to hurt someone. So really I wasn’t too worried. The only other shifter I’ve been around is an old high school friend of mine, but she goes to a different college now. 

Hundred of houses passed by us as we drove into a little neighborhood. What really made me worried was that the driver wasn’t exactly stopping at the normal-sized houses. Where was he going? I watched grimly as some of the huge houses we passed by came to a halt to one on the very end of one of the many streets. This one wasn’t as big as the other one’s down the street, but it wasn’t exactly small either. At least to me. So… I was paired up with a shifter who could only grow. That’s great. Just… great. 

I grabbed my bag and the small suitcase I had brought with me that was just full of my clothes and some stuff for school. Well if I’m supposed to stay here almost all of the time now I have to find something to keep me busy. And apparently from the immense size difference that will be between my new roommate and I. Of course I was terrified! If he really is diagnosed with depression and was a shifter who grew that only made matters worse for me. I hope whoever plans to take over for me does it soon. 

It took me and the driver to reach the doorstep, but eventually the driver gave it a knock. I swear I could hear some mumbling coming from the other side, but I didn’t dwell too much on that. Most.y because the extremely large door started to open slowly, but I saw no one on the other side. Maybe he was shy? 

“Well I may take my leave, though I have been ordered to tell you that a bus comes in the morning at around 6 just down the street from here, and another will take you back here around 5 and 8. Also, if anything goes wrong, to call this number on your phone.” He handed me a folded slip of paper, then took his leave. I shoved the slip in my pocket, hesitantly taking a few steps into the huge house. 

It was neatly cleaned around the place, though I couldn’t really see from my view on the ground. Everything around me was huge. I mean I’ve been to one of the rooms on the bigger side of the campus, but those rooms were smaller. It’s not an entire house filled with furniture. 

As I took a few steps out more, I jumped when the door had lightly closed behind me. My eyes trailed up and up, finding the face of the person I had seen in the picture. His eyes grew wide when I met his gaze, then bit the bottom of his lip before sliding his back against the wall behind him. 

Everything in my body told me to run, but if I did then I would only get scolded for it later. This isn’t even what I wanted to be! I wanted to be a normal therapist that helps regular adults and kids feel better. Not a human who could easily trap me in a fist and just kill me. I would have been fine if they could only shrink, but this was much worse. 

I faced down, taking a few deep breaths that barely even help me in this situation. I had to take care of someone fifty times my own size? How was that even possible? There weren’t even any smaller sized things around this place. Nothing that could help me get around easier either! 

I guess I could attempt to get his name. I mean, nothing could go wrong then, right? Just maybe from a distance… even if he could, at any point in time, just grab me whenever he so wanted. I felt sick just thinking about being held. Wouldn’t I have to be though? I can’t exactly just climb everywhere I want to go. 

“H-hi. Um, I’m Liam.” I forced myself to walk closer, even under his gaze, but I stopped walking closer when he moved himself further in the corner, looking a bit saddened. He probably knew I was scared. Maybe. I hope I’m some-what hiding it well enough. Though, I’ve never really been that good at it. 

“Oh, um, C-Casper. You can call me Cas if you want.” He kept his voice to a very quiet whisper. So he knew that if he talked too loud it would hurt my ears. At least he’s self-aware. Though, I couldn’t help but feel bad. I may be utterly terrified of him, but I mean he hasn’t really given me a reason to be truly scared, yet. 

“Nice to m-meet you, Cas.” I put on my best fake genuine smile. What? Have to find some way to convince him I wasn’t scared. Even if my body was trembling like crazy and my heart threatened to just come right out of my mouth. 

“Y-you too, sir.” His hand slightly twitched, but he just shook his head, giving me a sad look. ‘Sir?’ Why did he call me that? I didn’t dwell on it. Instead, I turned to look at the place, not finding a place to put my stuff. I sighed, hurrying to place it up against the wall opposite of Cas. This would be fine. Yeah, yeah. 

Casper, overall, seemed pretty nice. He had a black, messy hair that complimented his light-brown eyes. He wore a baggy long-sleeve shirt with a pair of jeans I have no idea why he was just wearing jeans in his own house, but it’s whatever he wants to do. Not my place to comment. The only real thing that caught my attention were the light bags in his eyes. Has he been sleeping? 

“Did you want to come here? Like, willingly?” He had asked, slightly leaning a little closer to my spot in the middle of the floor. I admit, it made me a little uneasy, but I don’t think he realized it. It just made it really hard to answer his question when all I could think about was how easily he could kill me right now. He wouldn’t do that, right? He seems so nice. Even if I’m barely two inches to him and I could easily just be crushed or accidentally killed if he wasn’t being too mindful. I shuddered at the thought, but forced my voice to work with me. 

“I-I’m just a student at a college. They just told us we were going to help out shifters, for like, real-world training I guess.” I started speaking a little fast and I could hear my voice slowly get quieter the more Cas seemed to lower his body to me. I felt so small compared to him. It’s overwhelming really, but it’s not like I can just back out. I already asked and they said if I did then I wasn’t cut out to stay in the classes. Seriously, all I wanted was to either be a therapist or a social worker. Not take on these huge responsibilities of making sure an entire living being is doing okay and doesn’t have any malicious intent to just… Aghhhh. 

“Oh. Well, I’m not exactly the best person to be paired up with.” He laughed sadly, holding up his wrist and revealing a red band. A little squeak left my mouth as I stood in place, practically frozen in fear. Why did they pair me up with him? They gave me more than I can handle. There was no way I could do this. I bit the side of my cheek, struggling to keep my composure. 

Cas caught onto my fear, scooting as far away from me as he could while making sure I wouldn’t freak out. Why did he move away? I was going to be fine. I think- But I was okay. Just as long as I keep a certain distance from him for a while. It takes me a long time to adjust to new things, and this might take me a while, but I couldn’t just do nothing. It was obvious to me that Cas was afraid of something, I just couldn’t figure out what just yet. 

“I’m fine, Cas, I promise.” I nervously smiled, hiding how terrified I was. Shifters with a red band can grow to heights you could only dream of. Great. Seriously, what have they done? They think I can handle someone who already looks like he’s struggling to keep himself together just by meeting me? I didn’t really want to find out what would happen if he doesn’t contain his emotions. Was there a person partnered up with him before? I knew I wasn’t going to be getting any answers, but there was no harm in asking them. 

“O-Okay,” He whispered, getting in a more comfortable sitting position, “Are you sure though? I don’t mind giving you an hour or two to get used to… everything.” He looked away for a second, and I could tell something was on his mind. Along with the constant moving away every time I had tried to walk closer, or when he knew I was scared of him, I would think to say that he’s scared of himself. Or, at least hurting other people. It makes sense actually. I’ve heard stories that a lot of shifters realize that they can really hurt people and just try their hardest not to interact with people smaller than themselves. It’s like they collapse on themselves since they don’t want to hurt anyone. I guess Cas and I weren’t so different. 

“Okay, look, it’s obvious that you’re more afraid of yourself than I am of you,” Cas’s eyes widened, “How about we both try to help each other out? I’ll keep trying if you do.” I held out my hand without thinking. A compromise between the two of us. I know we both met like five minutes ago, but I’m pretty sharp for people my age with little experience. But, honestly, maybe this wasn’t so bad. I think all that Cas wanted was the relief that he won’t hurt people. Or something like that. 

“You’d go through with all that? I’m not exactly mentally stable.” I could tell that he was worried, but I just nodded my head, a genuine smile on my face that I hoped he could see. 

He eyed my hand for a while, and I still hadn’t realized what was wrong until he lightly pinched my hand between the tip of his pointer and thumb, barely even lifting it up and down for my own sake. Oh he has no idea how scared I was right now, but he didn’t have to know that. Just a little more pressure and he could just yank my arm right off-I shook that thought away. Don’t think about that right now. It would be okay. Just as long as I get an idea of what to do when he does eventually lose control or something. I had zero idea. I think the thought that stuck in the back of my mind was making me more worried than anything really. I’m just a stress toy for him. But I’ll just have to get over my fear. There was no way I would let this stop me from graduating. Not in a million years.

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Sorry for a slightly boring chapter! I did a LOT of world building for this one, and had to map out almost every single interaction through the course of the entire story plot. There also wasn’t much g/t but again, it’s just an introduction chapter. (I’m doing what I love and no one can stop me hehehe-)

But I hope you enjoyed reading! I promise the second chapter will have a much, much better g/t interaction. (Oh trust me it will >:3) I hope you all have a great day/night!

[vookio]

u asleep? ☆ eren yeager

synopsis,, having a dream about you left eren hot and bothered, ready to make a move on you whether you were awake or not.

─ contents,, : roommate dom!eren x sub!reader, slight masturbation, somnophilia, noncon at first, p in v, cunnilingus.

eyebrows knitted together his eyes flickered a few times before opening. eren's breathing was uneven. groaning he sat up on his elbows, staring at the visible trace of his cock through his boxers. he shivered as he felt his cock twitch. one of his hands traveled over to his cock palming himself over the soft material -eren swore he felt his heartbeat- the fist of the brunette wasn’t going to be enough for tonight.

he removed the thin material that was sprawled on him and made his way out of the room. small and certain footsteps led him to your room, seeing that the door being cracked open by a few inches made him delighted. he extended his arm slowly pushing the door to reduce the chance of it creaking and waking you up. you layed there, maroon colored shorts hugged your legs. eren sucks in a breath making his way towards the bed you slept on. you've never looked hotter in eren's eyes. mouth slightly opened and your hair was messed up. he wanted to fuck your mouth right there. quietly he lowered himself on the bed placing a hand on your calf rubbing it with his thumb, testing to see if you would wake up with one of his touches. getting no reaction from you he smirks to himself as he drags his hand over to your inner thigh pressing a finger onto your core. eren watched your face for any type of movement but none was to be seen. deep sleeper huh? his index finger lowered down his boxers making his hard-on pop out. precum was already leaking from the tip and god, he needed badly to be inside of your warm body. giving it a few pumps he moved your shorts and panties to the side. looking at your face once more he swirled a finger on the bud of your core earning a soft whimper from you. his eyes flew up meeting with your confused looks.

what was even going on.

"what.?" you managed to breathe out from your perplexity. sucking in a breath eren removed his hand and fully turned his body towards you. "please... need help". gulping you straightened yourself. both of your hands traveled to your shorts, using your thumbs you pulled down the piece of clothing along with your panties giving the access. groaning at the sight he wasted no time in pushing his body over yours. "can i please put it in? can't wait anymore" his whines fill up your ears as you nod and that was all eren needed. guiding his cock he rubbed it over your entrance a few times before pushing the tip in. a wave of pleasure fled through eren's body making him shiver while soft huffs left your mouth. it was just the tip but oh was he so big. one of his hands traced on your leg, dragging it over his waist so that he could enter you better. without wasting another second he pushed it all in straining a moan from your mouth.

"fuck don't know how i managed without this tight pussy" he was dirty and proud of it. eren pulled out completely before ramming in all the way again, setting a steady pace. after checking your face for a sign of discomfort and realizing there was none he rolled his hips making his movements faster. sounds of skin slapping quietly echoed in the room, mixed with moans from you and series of pleases coming from eren about how good you felt and how bad he had been needing you. he bent down, attaching his lips to your neck finding a place to mark. he tended to do that with all the girls he fucked. eren's pace got erratic making you shut your eyes due to all the stimulation. he was close and so were you, he could tell by the way your walls twitched and clamped down on his cock. eren pulled out of you, giving his dick a few pumps before emptying his load in the valley of your breasts. he smiled down at you before lowering himself between your legs "don't worry baby i'll make you cum" and just like that his tongue got to work licking up all the juice he could pull out. a few more licks was enough to do the job as you released, feeling pure pleasure as your hips bucked against eren's face. he lapped up the feast you had given him and whipped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"gonna get a towel for you" he said pointing to the mess he had made earlier. you sat in bed alone with pink cheeks thinking about what had just happened.

[playedcrowd5610]

Vivisection Buddies - Transformers x Danny Phantom (Breakdown)

Summary: After being attacked and experimented on by M.E.C.H, Breakdown is rushed to the medical bay for his injuries.

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Set in a series where Danny finds Starscream one day and decides to start haunting the Decepticons. That's basically all the context you need but if you want more here is the rest of the series:

Haunting the Nemesis

Part 1: Chasing Stars

Part 2: Burning Rubber

Part 3: Adventures of the Decepticons' Pet Ghost Or Tumblr Master List

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Notes:

As you may have inferred in the summary, this takes place right after the episode "Operation: Breakdown." Season 1, Episode 16 (they are free on YouTube if you want to look)

In other words (spoilers for the episode), Breakdown was experimented on by humans, and Knockout was given no reaction in the show! And I am upset about it.

TW: This chapter and the next will have mentions of experimentation, torture, threats, vivisection, and injury. (past and present)

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Danny was kneeling on one of the countertops about fifteen feet above the ground, wiping it down with a cloth and a bottle of solvent. He didn’t usually clean up the medbay, but he really just wanted something to keep himself busy while Knockout was reorganizing his tools again! 

Knockout let out an exasperated sigh, looking over at the time displayed on the monitor again. "Where is he?" He muttered, more to himself than Danny. He set down a wrench-looking tool on one of the shelves and glanced over at the human on the counter. "Breakdown should've been back by now. It's not typical of him to keep me waiting." His pede tapped on the floor.

Danny scrubbed at a stubborn stain on the counter that he likely didn’t want to know the origin of. "Maybe he's taking the scenic route?” He suggested. 

Knockout let out a huff, crossing his arms. "Possibly.” Danny could sense tension pooling in the medic’s EM field. Knockout rarely showed concern openly, but it was easy enough to see if you paid attention. And Danny was good at paying attention.

Just as Danny was about to make another sarcastic comment to try and distract Knockout some more, the doors to the medbay hissed open, and the atmosphere instantly shifted. Heavy footsteps clanged against the floor as two Vehicons rushed in, dragging Breakdown’s limp frame between them.

Danny dropped the cloth immediately, his eyes widening at the blue mech’s battered body. Parts of his armour were removed entirely, his chest plate was sawed apart, and his right optic was completely missing from the socket, causing energon to flow down across his faceplate. Danny’s core lurched; the sight was horrific. 

“Breakdown!” Knockout’s voice broke through the stunned silence, sharp and filled with alarm. He practically shoved the Vehicons out of the way, who barely managed to get Breakdown onto the medical table before stepping back. Knockout didn’t even acknowledge them, his optics glued to the mangled mess of his partner’s frame. He started frantically trying to scan Breakdown with his internal medical systems.

“—What happened ?” Knockout demanded with a mix of panic and fury as he glanced up at the Vehicons. “Who did this to him?!”

The Vehicons exchanged uncomfortable looks but remained silent, not offering any explanation. They seemed reluctant, or maybe afraid, to speak. Without a word, they turned and left the room quickly, the door sliding shut behind them, leaving Knockout, Danny, and the severely injured Breakdown alone.

“Ugh! Useless pieces of scrap,” Knockout spat, but his focus immediately returned to Breakdown. His hands moved frantically over his partner’s form, trying to assess the damage. “Oh, Primus.”

Danny stepped closer, his eyes glued to Breakdown, as he asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Knockout didn’t even hesitate. “Get the energon transfusion equipment, now!” Knockout was already pulling pieces of equipment off of shelves and throwing them onto his workstation.

Danny rushed to the nearby storage cabinet, grabbing the necessary equipment with practiced ease. In the months he’d spent in the medbay, he had done this dozens of times before... But this... this was Breakdown—Knockout’s partner. Danny shivered as he felt the barely suppressed panic radiating off the medic as he tried to work.

As Danny set up the transfusion, Knockout’s servos moved across Breakdown’s brutally torn chest plates, his optics scanning the damage in detail. There were jagged edges where the metal had been sawed open, energon leaking from the exposed internals. Organs and mechanisms damaged or missing .

Knockout met Breakdown’s only functioning optic, which flickered. “How did this happen?” He demanded, his voice laced with disbelief and anger. "What in the Pit could’ve done this?" Danny got the feeling he would have gestured angrily if he currently wasn't servo-deep in Breakdown's chassis.

Breakdown groaned before tilting his helm to the side. Danny sensed a flicker of — shame ?— in his field. “An organization of humans… M.E.C.H ..." 

Knockout froze, the word “humans” hanging in the air like a death sentence. His optics flared with rage as he processed the information. “Humans? Humans did this to you?!” His voice rose sharply, anger blaring in his field. “HOW!? — I’ll tear them apart. I’ll—”

Danny quickly stepped in. “Knockout, focus. We need to get him stable first. We can worry about revenge later .”

Knockout blinked, field stabilizing as he looked down at Breakdown again. He nodded sharply, though the fury in his optics hadn’t lessened. “You’re right. Stabilize him first.” Danny stayed by Knockout’s side, ready to assist with whatever he needed, his own field flickering with concern. 

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Knockout’s servos didn’t tremble as he scanned over Breakdown’s battered form. He was a medic, and he was too good for that. But it was a close thing. He was scanning again and again, trying to figure out where to start. His processor was racing, screaming at him to work faster. The panic fueling his circuits, he tried to push it aside, trying to fall into the familiar rhythm of medical procedure as if it was any regular mech on the table. 

He looked down at Breakdown’s face, his partner’s optic dim but focused, though something was off. Breakdown’s face wasn’t grimacing in pain like he should be in this situation. Knockout frowned.

“Breakdown,” Knockout asked, voice tight with concern, “are… are you in pain?”

Breakdown’s gaze shifted slightly, trying to look down at his injuries but couldn’t see past his chest plate. “No, they…" He paused. "They shut off my pain receptors.”

Knockout’s spark clenched at the words. The thought of Breakdown being carved open while completely aware but unable to feel what was happening…

“Thank the Ancients for that,” Danny chimed in, his field displaying a mixture of relief and horror. “Getting ripped apart without the painkillers is way worse.”

Knockout let out a heavy sigh, forcing himself to focus. “I agree. The pain would’ve been unbearable.” His hands moved more methodically now. "Once I finish the surgery, I'll fix your pain receptors." He promised.

He scanned Breakdown’s optic socket to assess the damage. The energon flow needed to be stopped immediately. Knockout grabbed the soldering tool Danny had retrieved for him and got to work, sealing off the damaged conduits with precision. 

It didn’t take long to stop the leaking energon, but when Knockout stepped back to inspect his work, his spark sank. He wouldn’t be able to repair Breakdown’s optic. He doubted he would even be able to find a replacement optic on this pit-forsaken ship if he tried, not that it would even connect with the damage so severe. 

Knockout placed a temporary patch over the optic socket to protect it, running his servo smoothly over it as he pulled away. The crushing feeling of failure seeped down to his struts. “I can’t fix your optic.” Knockout’s voice was low, almost bitter. 

He tried to stamp down the frustration building in his field, feeling like he was failing Breakdown in the worst way possible. His spark twisted painfully. He should be able to fix this. He should be able to do more. Breakdown was always there to protect him, and Knockout could always fix him. Now, what was Knockout good for?

Breakdown’s one remaining optic dimmed in understanding of his partner’s silent distress. He raised a servo to place it on Knockout’s own. “It's okay. I would look cool with an eyepatch anyway.” He tried to joke, but Knockout knew he didn’t truly mean it. Knockout pulled his servo away; he couldn’t linger on self-blame for long. There was still so much more to do.

Knockout shifted his focus to Breakdown’s chest. The torn plates were jagged and uneven — a gruesome sight. It looked like they were savagely sawed open without a hint of care or precision. With a sharp intake of air, Knockout ran a handheld scanner over the exposed internals, dreading what he might find.

Most of Breakdown’s vital components were still intact, luckily. And they hadn’t touched his spark chamber; thank the Allspark for that.

Breakdown’s voice cut through the quiet whirring of the scanner. “I… escaped before they could do more.”

Knockout paused, narrowing his optics slightly as he detected a strange note in Breakdown’s tone, something withheld. But now wasn’t the time to press him for answers. “That’s good,” Knockout said, more to himself than to Breakdown. “We’re lucky it wasn’t worse. Primus knows what they were planning.”

He reached for another tool designed to weld thick armour plating back together and began the painstaking process of sealing Breakdown’s torso. His movements were precise. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t doing enough.

What kind of medic was he if he couldn’t even repair the damage caused by a bunch of fleshbags ?

Danny hovered nearby, retrieving tools when Knockout asked for them, but mostly staying out of the way. The welding process continued. Knockout couldn’t help but notice how quiet Breakdown had become. Typically, even when injured, his partner would have made some kind of sarcastic remark, maybe even complained about the pain if his receptors had been online. But now, Breakdown was... distant. Withdrawn.

Bit by bit, he welded the torn chest plates back into place, sealing the gaps and restoring some semblance of structure to Breakdown’s torso. It wasn’t perfect—it wasn’t even close to the level of care Knockout wanted to provide—but it would hold until he could do something more permanent.

Knockout stepped back. His servos ached, and his processor was exhausted, but Breakdown was stable.

Knockout’s gaze lingered on Breakdown’s damaged optic, the temporary patch over it serving as a constant reminder of his own limitations. He should’ve been able to do more... he should have been there.

Knockout let out a sigh, glancing over at Danny. “Thank you... for helping.”

Danny gave a slight nod. “Anytime.” He paused, looking at Breakdown’s still form. “He’ll pull through. You did good, Knockout.”

Knockout’s optics flickered, unsure if he believed that. But for now, he’d take the reassurance.

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The medbay felt too quiet for Breakdown’s liking. A day had passed since Knockout had managed to patch him up, but the silence now only amplified his unease. Knockout was checking on Breakdown’s readings constantly, barely muttering a word before wandering off to organize something just to avoid hovering over him.

Breakdown watched his partner dart back and forth across the room, feeling both grateful and exasperated. He knew Knockout was trying to distract himself, but it didn’t do much to ease the tension in his field.

The sound of the medbay doors sliding open pulled him from his thoughts. Danny strolled in, which was a regular occurrence, but Breakdown couldn’t help but notice the way his field reflected worry that his expression didn’t show. The human’s gaze lifted to meet Breakdown’s optic, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“This sight seems familiar,” Danny said, trying to joke with a half-hearted smile.

Breakdown let out a long, tired sigh, recalling the last time they had found themselves in the medbay together. It hadn’t been so long ago, after a fight with the Autobots. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Danny wandered closer, his gaze flicking over to Knockout, who was still trying to keep himself busy organizing. “So, are your pain and sensory receptors back online?” Danny asked.

Breakdown tried to chuckle. “Yeah... they’re back online. I feel like slag, though.” He groaned as he tried to move. "It'll feel better soon."

Knockout, who had been sorting the same medical supplies for the third time, turned to them with a sharp huff. “Not soon enough,” he muttered under his breath. His servos clenched around a tool he was holding, his frustration up in his field and filling the room. He glanced down at Danny, his optics narrowing slightly. “You should leave. I don’t think Breakdown wants to see a human right now.”

Breakdown stepped in quickly, “No... it’s fine. Danny can stay.” The kid was fine, and it wasn’t his fault that others of his kind tried to hurt him.

Knockout gave him a look, but he didn’t argue further. Instead, he went back to organizing, though the tension in his frame was impossible to ignore.

Danny sighed and sat on the ground next to Breakdown, crossing his legs. He sighed deeply and looked up to Breakdown with a wry smile. “I get it. Humans... yeah, they suck sometimes. A lot of the time, actually.” His voice was steady, but his field wavered in bitterness and pain. “Especially the scientists.” Danny shifted anxiously before sighing again. “You know, I was experimented on too.”

Both Knockout and Breakdown’s optics snapped to him, the silence in the room palpable as they stared at the human, processing what he had just said.

Danny laughed, trying to wave off the tension, but the sound was hollow. “Yeah, it sucks. It was... painful. Terrifying, really. Being cut open and having your organs removed, not being treated like you're a real person... I get it, Breakdown. I really do.”

The room fell silent again, both mechs stunned by Danny’s words. Danny, however, tried to brush it off with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He glanced at Breakdown, his tone becoming lighter, almost teasing. “But hey, at least now we can be vivisection buddies, right?”

Breakdown blinked. The idea of Danny enduring the kind of torment M.E.C.H had put him through. It shook Breakdown, but then again, it was true that they now had something in common.

Knockout, however, was less composed. His optics were wide, his field buzzing with disbelief. “ You were WHAT?”

Danny shrugged, trying to downplay the severity of it. “It was a long time ago. Not something I like to dwell on, but... I know what it’s like.” His eyes flicked between the two mechs, his expression softening. “I get why it’s hard to trust humans after something like that.”

Breakdown’s gaze softened as well, his field brushing gently against Danny’s in a silent acknowledgment. The human was tougher than he’d ever given him credit for.

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[mirrortouchedsea]

so i got niki and meru's autumn noon 3 lines recently and i just love the duality of them. himeru vc shiina just made himeru an apple pie and it tastes like autumn :) vs niki himeru-kun asked me to make this pie~! so obviously i had to write something about it. recipe pulled from here btw. i want to do something else with this so you might see a second version of this Eventually but for now you get this.

7 large Granny Smith apples (peeled, cored and sliced into ½ inch slices)

½ cup granulated sugar

½ cup light brown sugar (loosely packed)

2 tablespoons all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

⅛ teaspoon ground nutmeg

1 tablespoon lemon juice (plus the zest of half of a lemon)

1 large egg (lightly beaten in a small bowl for egg wash)

2 tablespoons sanding sugar (optional)

The first step to baking a pie is to prepare the dough. Prepare the vinegar and cool water mix and set aside. You were like that mixture to our group when we formed, seemingly out of place but a necessary ingredient to make the finished product taste good. Combine flour, salt, and sugar in a bowl before adding the butter cut up into cubes and cutting it into the dry ingredients. Just like how we needed to be pushed to the limits before we could make something whole. Drizzle the ice water and vinegar mixture over the dry ingredients and mix in with a fork, and make sure ingredients are fully incorporated with your hands. Divide into two disks and set in the fridge to chill. 

Once the pie crust is set, you can begin the next part of the process. HiMERU-kun, I think you’re a lot like an apple pie in a funny sort of way. Hey! I’m just saying! Well let’s prepare the apples, can you peel them, I’ll core and slice them up. When we were living together in the dorms, during the summer, you were such a stranger to us. I would never have guessed that you had such a big sweet tooth with the serious airs you put on for us back then. I’m really glad you’ve been able to relax a bit more, HiMERU-kun and trust us with yourself. Oh, careful that you don’t cut yourself on the peeler! 

With the apples prepared, we can coat them in the other ingredients. I’ve already put the flour, sugar, spices, and lemon juice in the bowl, we just have to mix in the apples. Don’t be afraid to get a bit messy! You know, in the labyrinth for that TV show Vice Prez put us through, I didn’t expect you to be so torn on the decision at the end with your rewards. It’s okay to be selfish sometimes and we totally understand that! We’ll support you until the very end, you know? Make sure the apples are coated as evenly as possible. 

Okay, let’s roll out the pie crust and get these pies put together! The oven should be done preheating soon so we can get it in there when we’re ready! Ah, this makes me think of just all the trips we’ve been on and the shit we’ve pulled. I know you hate Rinne-kun’s pranks but life would be pretty dull without him in it, yeah? He’s really the reason any of us are here in ES right now huh. Hey! I can be sappy about him sometimes and I know you feel the same way don’t even try to deny it! Anyway just put the crust in the pie tin like so. 

Next we’ll fill the pie tin with the filling. Just spoon it in like that and spread it out. If you really think about it, filling a pie can really be a metaphor for becoming friends. Where do you end and where do I start? Oh, so now you’re telling me to not be so sappy? You were the one who wanted to make an apple pie together and you have to deal with me to get it! That’s why I’m trying to teach you how to make it in the first place! 

I’ve rolled out the other piece of the crust so we can just put that on top now and let me carefully cut some vents into it. It’s just to make sure the pie doesn’t explode in the oven, unless you want to spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning the oven too? Now that I’ve cut the vents, we can go around the crust and pinch it closed like this. Even if you look the same as you did all those months ago during the MDM, we can all tell you’ve changed a little. We’ve all grown on you HiMERU-kun~ Agh! Okay I get it I get it I’ll stop with the food metaphors. No I won’t but still. Let’s put the pie shield on and wash the top crust with that egg wash. 

We’ll put it in the oven for 25 minutes first before we take off that shield, just to make sure we don’t burn the pie. We wouldn’t want to burn your mood either, and I like you like this. I’m just saying, I like spending time with you HiMERU-kun, that’s all. What did you want to do while we waited? Dishes would be a good idea so we don’t have to do them later. Do you want to wash or dry? 

After the shield is removed, we’ll put it back in the oven for 35 more minutes to finish baking. The dishes are all put away which leaves us with a little bit of time to relax before we can pull it out and let it cool. Have you ever baked a pie, HiMERU-kun? I should have asked earlier but you did great with this one. Oh, HiMERU-kun our HiMERU-kun has never baked a pie before?! Well there’s a first time for everything and I’m really happy we got to make your first pie together! It’ll taste delicious and I’m sure it’ll end up on Cinnamon’s menu this season too. I meant it earlier when I said you were like an apple pie too, HiMERU-kun. You’re a bit tart at first bite but sweeten up very quickly and I’m glad I get to see this side of you~ Oh, the timer went off! Let’s pull it out to cool. We need to let it cool for a few hours before we can try it, so we can go do something else for a bit--

Ah, HiMERU-kun, what was that? I had something on my lips? And you didn’t get it all the first time? Well I won’t say no to another try~ Just make sure you don’t put your hand on the baking tray. 

[siren-141]

can your write a bucky one with the "that new hair cut suits you" maybe make it smutty. plzz. cause short haired bucky is DADDDDDDYYYYYY

no bc short-haired bucky is hands down the best bucky and I will NOT be taking any criticism on that

prompt: “that new haircut suits you.” warnings: slight size kink, hair pulling, unprotected sex. 18+ only, minors DNI

pushing through the door, you put your bag down on the counter, your keys next to it. “home!”

you walked through the doorway, head down in your phone scrolling mindlessly through your apps. it had been a long day at work, a non-stop rush of people for the entire day wearing you down, and all you wanted to do was slump on the couch and watch TV until it was time to go to bed.

“coming!” bucky’s voice rang out from the bedroom down the hall. walking into the living room, you plopped down onto the couch and let out a big sigh. “how was your day?”

you shut your eyes, rubbing them as you let out the loudest, most dramatic groan you could muster. you could hear him chuckle from the other room at your dramatics.

“it sucked, it just sucked.” sitting up, you took a deep sigh. fiddling with the TV to try and find a good show, you continued. “babe, I couldn’t catch a break. I mean, it was one person after another coming in, and one woman- this one woman! she got so mad at me for doing my job when it was really her fault that she-”

your voice faltered and came to a stop when your husband walked into the room. he leaned against the door frame, a smirk on his face as he saw your reaction. all you could do was mutter a meek oh.

“what do you think?” the smirk never left his face as he walked toward you, crossing the room in just a few steps. he had a way of making you feel small. he towered over you as he stood in front of you, looking down at you with those eyes – those gorgeous, dark, lust-blown eyes. everything about him right at that moment went straight to your core, and you could automatically feel that familiar feeling. panties dampening, clenching around nothing. your husband had that sort of effect on you.

“your new haircut suits you,” you said, looking up at him. he had let his hair grow out a little over the past few months, and you had loved it – you thought nothing beat watching him sift his fingers through his hair every time that little piece would fall in his eyes, or carding your fingers through his hair when he’d lay on your chest. but looking at him now, hair cut shorter, that certainly beat it.

his finger came up to rest under your chin, tilting your head up even more. oh. he was in that kind of mood.

“yeah? I was hoping you’d like it.” all you could do was nod, reaching up to grab at his waist to pull him down. his smile only widened, seeing how easily he reduced you to no words.

luckily, he was feeling generous today, and leaned down to your level. his large hand cupped your face as his lips met yours, kissing you deeply as you moaned into his mouth. you pulled at his shirt again, maneuvering him to sit next to you on the couch, immediately moving to straddle him.

“someone’s feeling desperate today, hm?” he asked you as you began to grind on his hard length, the only thing between you two being a few layers of clothing. instead of answering, you just kissed him again, this time with a brand new intensity. your hands wrapped behind his neck, fingers threading through his hair and grabbing a fistful, pulling on it until he practically growled.

“need you, right now,��� you pulled away, breathless, already standing up to strip down. it was a hurry, both of you tearing off clothes to just the bare minimum, and you were right back on his lap like you had never left.

you sank down on his cock slowly, both of your moans mixing together in between kisses. wasting no time, you started to move your hips, desperately moving up and down and just feeling him fill you. sitting back a little, your hands never left his hair as you ran your fingers through it, mind going foggy with how fucking good he looked and the feeling of his cock in you so deep.

“there you go, that’s right,” one hand moved up to pinch at your nipples, just hard enough for you to feel that shock go down your spine, while his other hand moved down in between your bodies. his metal thumb pressing harsh circles onto your clit had you tightening the grip you had on his hair, your other hand pressing light scratches to his chest. you whined from the added stimulation, eyes fluttering shut for a second before you opened them back, meeting his eyes. “look at you, so desperate. I can see that look in your eyes, sweetheart, you’re starting to get all hazy on me. just need to cum around this cock hm? that’s all you need.”

his words were driving you crazy, pushing you even further to the edge that you were so desperately chasing. “please,” you whined, and he could feel you tighten around him.

“cmon, I got you baby. just need me to take care of you, isn’t that right?”

he took your moan as a response, and went into what you could only consider as overdrive.

wrapping his arms around you, you leaned against him again as he held you in place, his hold tight on you. his hips thrust up into you fast and hard, fucking into you like he’d never do it again.

“fucking take it, I know you can. I know you’re fucking close, I can feel you tightening up on my cock.”

if bucky was being honest, he was on the edge too. you felt so good around him, everything from your cunt taking everything he gave you to your warm skin pressed so close onto his, he knew you both just needed a little more.

“ohhhhh fuck, fuck, right there, please right there,” you were babbling at this point, basically directly into his ear with the way you were positioned. every pretty moan, every pretty whimper, every beg, it all went straight to his cock and it only made him fuck you harder.

but then he hit your sweet spot.

he hit that damn spot, the one that makes you go crazy every time, and that was it. you cried out, immediately plummeting into that orgasm that had been brewing since you laid eyes on him. all you saw was stars behind your eyes as you clenched around him, hips moving unconsciously to just feel more. in the haze, you hadn’t realized that you had a death grip on the fistful of hair you had in your hand before you had cum.

the combination of your cunt fluttering around his cock and the sharp pull, the slight pain, of your fingers gripping and pulling at his hair as you came undone on his cock, was enough to send him straight into his own. holding you down on his cock, you could just barely feel his cum shoot into you in spurts, filling you up until a little bit began to leak out.

his grip on you finally loosened, and you both stayed pressed against one another as you both came down from your highs. when your breathing finally returned back to normal, you slowly sat up, a little smile on your faces.

“so now that you’ve seen my surprise for you, how about you finish telling me about your day while I get us cleaned up?” you couldn’t help but laugh, starting to get back to your conversation from earlier.

[trigun-manga-overhaul]

TRIGUN ULTIMATE OVERHAUL DECEMBER UPDATE

OVERHAUL UPDATE 12/01/23 - Extra content, more upcoming news, and examples from Vol 4.

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[literarystarfish]

Hii!! Just read your post- I'm new to actually posting whump as well!

I'm not sure if you're taking requests (just read that people are free to send you asks I think) but if you do, how about a stoic whumpee mixed with some hurt/comfort? 👀✨

I'm asking because I saw you liked those prompts, and I like them too! ♡

Have a great day!!

@f1sh-bone

I never really thought of doing requests since I'm a slow writer.

But I've been writing a story about a team of characters (technically they're in a superpower-fantasy world, but none of that really comes into play here) and this request kind of fits with them.

This is something I thought of immediately with your request so I hope you don't mind, since it's probably not anything like what you were expecting.

This also turned out much longer than I expected— its about 3200 words worth... whoops!

None of the characters have names yet in the story, so l've been calling them by character traits. (Aka: Strong, Funny, Leader. Its so very on-the-nose but they haven’t told me what their names should be yet so it’s how I’ve been writing them)

Warnings: Some hurt/comfort for ya. Past whump briefly mentioned. Injury. Sickfic-y (briefly at the end), some cursing (I also hope you don't mind that)

Again, I hope you don’t mind this is what I’ve come up with for your ask. But thank you for the inspiration 🙏 (sorry it took so long too, I have an incessant need to reread things I write about a million times before I post them so it took even longer. Hopefully that means it doesn’t have any crazy errors, though)

Enjoy~

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It's fine. They’re fine. This is ridiculous! They’re supposed to be the strong one! They’re supposed to be the one everyone can lean on! How are they meant to do that when a damn nightmare scares them like a child??

They sit on their bed roll in their team’s makeshift camp, shoulders covered in their thin travel blanket, shaking. Utterly falling to pieces. Over nothing more than their imagination. A dream. 

Their entire body ached. The injuries they’d sustained the few days prior in the battle against the person the team were still chasing (after Strong’s incredible failure that cost them their target and had their teammate, Sunshine, sustaining terrible injuries that they’ve only recently awoken from— in good spirits at least— that morning) remained unattended. They’d refused treatment, claiming they hadn’t amassed injuries of worry, though the gash on their thigh might suggest otherwise. The same injury that stubbornly refused to stop bleeding no matter how tightly they tied the strip of gauze they’ve called a bandage around it.

They weren’t the one that needed the precious first aid resources they had remaining. If anything, Sunshine deserved it more than them! If it hadn’t been for Strong anyway, they wouldn’t have gotten hurt!

But their hand that they had gripped tightly over their mouth kept their desperate whimpers from escaping. From both the throbbing pain of their leg and the terror that shook them to their core. The walls of the five tents littered around the camp were thin. The team would surely hear any of the pitiful sounds they made.

Whimpers! God, how humiliating. Pathetic. 

They’ve been nothing but a hindrance lately, and now they can’t even be strong and push through a fucking nightmare. Sure, it was a nightmare of already dark memories of the past, twisted into something even more terrifying and impossibly monstrous, but that’s all it was! Memories. Not something that could hurt them. 

Being strong is all they’re good for! And now they can’t even do that right!

Useless. 

Strong no longer slept that night, deciding that forcing themself to stay awake to avoid the shame of being scared from slumber by their own, overreacting, ridiculous mind again was best. 

They, instead, took over the camp watch from Leader, who looked at them curiously when they had emerged from their tent. 

“You’re not asleep yet? It’s barely midnight.”

“Musta set my camp on a hard patch. Can’t sleep.”

Leader eyed them with disbelief written all over their features, but didn’t argue.

“Well it’s my night for watch. You can take my bed. It was comfy enough, as far as sleeping on the ground can be.”

“Why don’t you go. I’ll take watch.”

Leader raised their brow, still unconvinced. “You sure?”

“Positive.” Let me be useful for something, they didn’t dare say aloud. 

“Is something wrong?” 

Curse Leader for always having an uncanny ability to read them when no one else ever can.

“No.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Nothin’ to talk about.”

Leader paused for a moment, just watching them with a carefully scrutinizing look. 

“Are you going to watch me or the camp?” Strong’s joke fell as flat as their tone. Leader rolled their eyes teasingly. 

“You’re impossible, you know that?” It was said with a smile, no real heat behind the words. 

Strong didn’t reply. 

“Are you sure you’re okay to take watch? I don’t mind. Really. It’s my shift anyway.”

“You’ve been watching over Sunshine. I know you haven’t slept much the past few days. Go. I’ll be fine.”

Leader yawned then, as if confirming Strong’s statement. After their entire body shook with the force of it, Leader gave a sheepish smile. 

“Yeah. I suppose you got me there. Come get me if you need to rest or anything.” 

Strong nodded in agreement as Leader stood and placed their hand on their shoulder as a sign of goodbye. It was comforting, the weight of it. More comforting than it had any right to be. But with the residual fear still creeping in on their mind from their nightmare, it was. 

Strong wouldn’t allow themself to miss the feeling of Leader’s warm hand when it left them. 

The rest of the night, Strong sat guard, watching over the camp with a watchful eye. Sometime though, when the sun was just about to begin peeking above the horizon, right when Strong knew it should be getting warmer, the temperature dropped. 

They sat, shivering, desperately wishing they could get even that threadbare travel blanket they usually cursed for not being warm enough in the winter. 

It wasn’t winter, though. It was solidly in the midst of spring, closer to summer than winter. The air was meant to be getting warmer, the sun shining brighter, the days growing longer. The nights have been pleasant lately. 

So… Where has this chill come from? 

Even once the sun had truly risen, the air seemed to be colder. 

Soon the others emerged from their tents. They each gave a morning greeting to Strong, though they looked confused to see them instead of their leader, as they expected. 

Even Sunshine, with the help of Intelligent who kept a tight hold on them, made their way out on shaking legs to sit by the fire Funny, their other teammate, was building. Leader was last to come out, clearly seeming much more rested.

At least that was one good thing you’ve done, Strong couldn’t help agreeing with the mean voice chastising them in their head. 

“Good morning,” Leader called to them with a smile.

“Morning,” their voice rasped out. Leader came over to them, concern in their eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine. Just.. morning voice,” Strong couldn’t ignore the incessantly scratchy feeling of their throat, no matter how much they swallowed. 

“Right… Why don’t you come by the fire. I’ll make breakfast.”

A violent shiver tore down their spine. They knew Leader must have seen it. 

“I… I’m actually going to go get some kindling. I won’t be far. Call for me when breakfast is ready.” Strong stood, ignoring how unstable they suddenly felt on their feet. 

God, why did their leg have to start throbbing now of all times.

“We have plenty of firewood for breakfast at least. You should go sit.” It was not a suggestion. Though it was phrased as one, Leader’s tone told Strong it was more of an order. 

“No… I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” By now, everyone had caught onto the Leader’s stern “leader voice”, as Funny always called it. Curious eyes were on the two now. Strong was rarely on the sharp end of the “leader voice”. They all watched silently as the conversation continued. 

“I am. I’m going to get more. Last night you had told Funny to gather more when they woke up this morning anyway. I’ll do it instead.” 

Strong turned to make their way into the woods they’d been watching all night. Leader put their hand on their shoulder to stop them. 

It wasn’t as comforting as last night. 

“You’re not well. Go sit by the fire.”

“I am.” Frustration welled up within Strong’s chest that Leader wouldn't drop it. 

“Strong, I will not ask you again.”

“I’m fucking fine. Let me help!” The eyes of the others staring daggers into them grated at their nerves. That the others might be seeing their weaknesses like Leader does. 

“You’ll be no help at all if you’re collapsing alone in the forest!”

“I’m the strongest one on the team. I can carry the most wood. I’ll be fine.”

“Even the strongest have their limits.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Even you.” The edge in Leader’s voice softened a bit. 

It only annoyed Strong more. 

“You’re acting as if I’m frail! As if I’m going to break any minute! I’m not! I’m fine! Let me be useful!”

“You are useful, Strong,” a new voice interrupted what Leader was going to say. It was Sunshine, looking smaller than Strong was used to seeing them, wrapped up in blankets and bandages and hovered over by Intelligent. 

Strong scoffed.

“Yeah. Useful enough to get you guys killed.”

“I didn’t get hurt because of you. You know that, right? It was my decision to do what I did.”

“And if I hadn’t fucked it all up in the first place, you wouldn’t have had to make that decision.”

“It was clearly an accident. You had no idea things would turn out as bad as they did.”

“You’re allowed to make mistakes, Strong,” Funny added, moving closer to Sunshine and offer than hand to them with their support.

“Not if it gets you all hurt! I’m the fighter of the group. That’s where I’m meant to be comfortable! I shouldn’t make mistakes. Not in a battle.”

“Strong, we’re not at war. We don’t need a perfect soldier.” Leader sounded much too gentle— much too understanding— when they obviously weren't understanding.

“That's all I’m good for! If I’m not good at fighting, I’m no use to the team at all!”

“Strong—” Intelligent started, sounding concerned, only to be cut off.  

“No! Don’t you start acting like I’m the victim here when you’ve had to work so hard to heal Sunshine who only got hurt because of me!” Strong huffed angrily, feeling a bit upset that they were being ganged up on by their own team. They shook off Leader’s heavy hand. “Whatever. I’m going to get firewood.”

The moment they turned, however, they felt the world spin three times faster than it should have. And it didn’t stop. Their injured leg gave out beneath them and they tried to catch themself but found nothing for purchase.

They swore they blacked out for a split second, because they woke up on the ground, leg pulsing with every heartbeat, shoulder and head already feeling bruised where they must have fallen on them.

“Strong!” Sunshine and Funny yelled in sync, the sound filtering through the pounding blood rushing in Strong's ears.

Intelligent scrambled over to help Leader lift them to their feet. 

"Geez, Strong! Your hands are freezing!" Leader scolded.

"And your leg is bleeding! I was trying to warn you!" Intelligent sounded exasperated as they both slowly helped Strong to the fire where they could set them down onto the fallen log they've been using as a bench.

"N-No it.. It's not.." Strong ground out, their brain not thinking clearly at the moment. They knew the others weren't meant to know about their leg, but they couldn't remember why.

God, it hurt so bad! Every slow and unsteady step they took shot fire up through their veins, clouding their thoughts further.

"Hush! You're damn stubborn, aren't you! Where did you even get hurt?!" Strong couldn't answer Intelligent even if they wanted to.

The three finally made it to the fire, the heat of which caused a harsh shiver through Strong, and set them down on the log.

"Did something happen last night?" Leader prompted when it was obvious they were lost in their spinning thoughts trying to remember what Intelligent was talking about. 

"N-no.. Just cold." That they knew for sure. It was quiet last night. They remembered.

Intelligent and Leader exchanged glances. Intelligent held up their hand to Strong's forehead and grimaced. 

"They've got a fever. A bad one. Funny, can you run for cold water by the stream?"

"On it!" Funny scurried off quickly with a canteen in hand.

"I'm going to grab a bed roll. It might be best to lay them down," Leader suggested, watching Strong sway precariously on the uneven, makeshift bench. Intelligent nodded and held Strong steady as Leader let them go.

"Strong? Are you alright?" Sunshine's voice was small and they looked over at them with concern. They clearly wanted to help, but without being able to stand themself, they had little to offer. 

"I'm f-fine, S-Sunny. Always fine."

"You really aren't," Leader scolded once more, coming back with the bed roll they promised and setting it up near the bench, close to the fire to try to keep Strong warm. 

"A-am too." Strong was in no right mind to be embarrassed by how childish that sounded. It felt like their whole head was filled with cotton and the thoughts were moving too fast for them to grasp onto. Their mouth spoke unfiltered whatever their mind could catch onto.

Leader and Intelligent moved them to the bed.

"Lay down so I can look at your leg."

"'s fine." 

"No. It's not. Now let Intel do what they need to." Leader commanded. Strong didn't argue this time.

Funny came back just in time to let out a gasp as Intelligent rolled up their pant leg high enough to see the injury. 

"Hoooly- Strong! Are you okay?!" Clearly they weren't, by the looks of the angry red, festering wound. No one corrected Funny, though.

"Grab a cloth, Funny. Keep the cool rag on their head. No wonder they got a fever. This thing is infected!"

"'S not, Intel. It's fine. Promise…" 

"Oh hush, you. Why didn't you tell me about this! This is bad! Very bad!"

"D-don't need help."

"Don't.. don't need— Ha!" Intelligent let out an unamused laugh, "Yes! Yes you do! Clearly! Tell me next time you get hurt! It's going to make my job harder clearing an infection than it would have been to treat the injury in the first place!"

"Don't… don't deserve it." 

All eyes shot to Strong, instead of the wound they had all been focused on. Incredibly, it seemed Strong was already subjected to the fever's madness. Or maybe they hit their head harder than anyone realized when they fell over. Why else would they say something so ridiculous?!

"What do you mean 'you don't deserve it', Strong?" Sunshine asked carefully. Their voice was soft and non judgemental. Gentle.

"Hurt you. Don' deserve to be... tr-treated nicely."

"Strong—" Sunshine breathed, sadly. 

They were interrupted, however, by Strong's sudden shout. 

The pain was blinding— searing!— as Intelligent began cleaning the wound as best they could. While Strong's thoughts were clouded before, they were now intimately aware of every single muscle that hurt and burned and stretched and ached while Intelligent worked. They were aware of the soon-to-be bruise pounding against their temple from where they fell. They heard every little sound and breath the others took around them. It was overwhelming.

Their thoughts were now impossibly clear, but the only thought they had was that it really fucking hurt!

They clenched their teeth together and breathed heavily through their nose, not willing to let another sound escape them as Intelligent did what they needed to do. 

What felt like hours but was likely only a few minutes, Intelligent finished cleaning, disinfecting, and re-bandaging the wound with proper bandages, as Intelligent called them. 

"I would've been gentler but you were spewing some nonsense about not deserving treatment so I thought there was no time to loose before you lost your mind completely," Intelligent grumbled, clearly teasing in some way.

Only then did Strong remember all that they had said in their clouded confusion. They knew this was Intelligent's way of telling them they thought they were wrong— they never pulled their punches when it came to telling someone they were wrong— but Strong could barely focus on that thought in their humiliation.

They suddenly felt like curling up in their tent, alone, to wallow in their embarrassment. They sat up, not without a bit of shaking in their arms despite Leader helping them, to ask if they could do just that. They forced away the groan they wanted to let out when they jostled their freshly bandaged leg.

"Strong," Sunshine started before they could, voice so much more gentle than Strong knew they deserved from their injured teammate. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." Strong watched Sunshine's expression change instantly.

"Bullshit. I know what kind of a heavy hand Intelligent has so don't give me that." They gestured to their bandages as if to prove their point. " Now tell me the truth this time." Admittedly, Strong had never heard Sunshine sound so serious. It startled them for a minute.

"Ah… it hurts…" Strong admitted, quietly, as if they were admitting the biggest secret they had. It felt like giving up their weakness to an enemy. Leaving them vulnerable.

Sunshine nodded their head once, as if Strong's answer was acceptable this time. 

"Now, are you going to tell us why you thought you didn't deserve treatment?" Sunshine's eyes were sharp. 

"I… Didn't I already do that… um… before…?" They suddenly felt like a small child being scolded.

Strong hoped that Confused-Strong's answer would continue to suffice. The way Sunshine looked at them, made them think it wouldn't. Strong looked to the others for help, but they all held a similar face.

Strong sighed. "I've been so… useless lately. I'm not smart enough to help you track the target. I couldn't help you catch the target and gave them the chance to get away. I couldn't even keep you safe! Even worse, I'm the reason you're hurt. I just… my injury was small, compared to what you went through."

"Smaller, sure, but not insignificant. You aren't insignificant, Strong," Sunshine sounded desperate to make them understand what they were saying. "You matter to this team and if you're hurt, we'd all want to help you in any way we can. Like you do for us."

"You were refusing help as punishment." Strong turned to Leader with surprise, having not heard from them in a little while. Their tone was stern, angry, even. "That's foolish, Strong! You have nothing to be punished about. None of us blame you for a mistake you made. One that any one of us could have made just as easily."

"But that's—" 

"They're right, Strong," Funny interrupted them. "You don't have to be perfect all the time. You're only human. You never get angry with us when we screw up. How many times do you have to save us from our own stupid mess ups? You're always there for us no matter what. We want to be there for you."

Funny pat Strong's shoulder. This time, they let themself lean in and enjoy the touch they've been craving.

"If you were feeling guilty, you should have come to speak to me about it so I could set you right. Though I suppose it is also my fault that I didn't force you to talk like I knew I should have last night," Leader sighed. 

Strong straightened up under Funny's hand, bristling. They twisted to look straight at Leader, pushing through the bout of nausea that overcame them when they felt dizzy with the sudden movement.

"This is not your fault!"

"See! You won't even let us admit our own shortcomings," Sunshine pointed out. "You are so quick to be upset with yourself over a mistake but you never allow us to be. You deserve to be nice to yourself. You deserve us being nice to you. None of us are perfect. Please allow us to help you when you need it."

"I just… it's hard… I've… I've never felt like I could…accept it. That I never do enough for the team to deserve it." Strong admitted. It was both terrifying and freeing to finally say it aloud.

"I know you've been led to think that if you're not strong, you're nothing ever since you were younger. But you aren't there anymore. You're with us. And here, you're everything to us. I know it's hard to unlearn something you've been taught so long ago, but I want you to know we won't turn on you if you ever need to lean on us. We want to be there for you. We want to shoulder your burdens. You've always helped with ours. We want to return the favor, if you'll let us." Strong looked at Sunshine incredulously. 

"You… know about my past?"

"You kinda talk in your sleep sometimes," Sunshine admitted sheepishly. "You get nightmares about it a lot, don't you?"

Strong looked around to the rest of the team who were all nodding.

"Wait, you all know?" 

"Well, not a lot of it. Leader is still the only one who knows the whole story. But we've… gathered a bit from your sleep talking." Intelligent confirmed. 

Strong flushed, embarrassed. Or maybe it was from the fever they were still fighting, which suddenly sent yet another shiver through them. Leader pulled the blanket they had also brought along with the bed roll over their shoulders. Strong felt like crying at the gentleness of it all.

"Listen. We like you for you. Not because you're strong, or whatever. So you can let us help you without worrying about silly stuff like that." Funny summed up. The rest of the team nodded. 

With that, Strong couldn't hold back their tears. Happy tears, this time. 

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Hi! I'd like to hear your opinion about this:

https://www.tumblr.com/burst-of-iridescent/742859432096120832/of-course-zuko-would-have-taken-the-lightning-for?source=share

Let's go through this piece by piece, because there's good, mixed, and bad points all mixed up with each other.

"Katara needed to be there"

100% true. After all, Nickelodeon doesn't want to traumatize the 7-year-olds by making them get attached to Zuko, see him redeem himself, be told he will be Fire Lord - only for the boy to die horribly. They absolutely needed a character to save him, and as the healer of the team Katara was the logical choice.

"Katara needed to be there for the SACRIFICE to make sense. Imagine if it was SOKKA there - ridiculous, right?"

Aaaand there is the bullshit. Sokka could not replace her on that moment because he is the person in the Gaang Zuko has the least meaningful connection with. But Aang and Toph? Either of them could have easily fit the role in a different circumstance and the only problem would be there was no one to come to the rescue when it was time to shout "MEDIC!"

"She has to heal the wound at the core of her character — the agony and helplessness of being unable to protect someone she loved from a firebender — by successfully saving another person she cares about from the narrative embodiment of fire nation aggression and destruction"

*casually ignores that she already did that for Aang in book 2, full on bringing him back from the dead*

"the agni kai isn’t zuko and [insert companion here] alone, it's ALSO about Azula"

The fuck you mean ALSO? The larger battle on that moment might be between Zuko + Katara against Azula, but the agni kai itself is between just the Fire Siblings. We literally hear Azula say "Just you and me, brother. The showdown that was always meant to be."

Much like the bit with Katara healing Zuko is about their dynamic, the main battle so to speak is about Zuko's dynamic with Azula. About them being siblings who ended up in opposing sides of a war after being life-long rivals because of their abusive father. Can we not treat this epic, meaningful, tragic moment that has been foreshadowed since the first episode of book 2 as an after-thought just for the sake of a ship? Especially since said ship will be thrown a bone moments later?

"Katara is the one person connected to both Zuko and Azula"

Katara has a connection with Zuko, yes, they are friends. And she has lots of parallels with Azula, enough that I can understand the claim that they are narrative foils.

But they have ZERO true meaningful connection. They never talked. They were never told anything that would make them think they have anything in common. Azula is just another dangerous foe to Katara, Katara is just another peasant that means nothing to Azula.

Parallels and one fight before it doesn't put that dynamic (or rather, the lack there of) on the same level of Zuko and Katara's enemies-to-friends dynamic, and it sure as fuck doesn't put it anywhere near the complex mess that is Zuko and Azula's relationship.

"Katara is the only one who touches his scar, and she and Zuko saw each other's darkest moments"

1 - Mai was nuzzling that scar all the time, in actual intimate personal moments. Katara touched it to try to heal it. A meaningful act of kindness, sure, but it's still just a doctor trying to help someone, not physical affection.

2 - She did NOT see Zuko's darkest moments, that was Iroh, she didn't even see the worst of him acting like a dick. As for Zuko, he encouraged Katara to embrace violence because that's what he was taught his entire life, and it led to her doing something she felt was fully against her true vallues and who she was as a person.

"The scene is easy to romanticize"

Yup, big dramatic moments tend to be like that. And if Zutarians weren't constantly insisting that is the ONLY valid interpretation of the scene, no one (except the typical "only canon/what the writers says is valid" people every fandom has) would complain about shippers watching the scene with romance goggles on.

[imactivethisblogwilleat]

mirror anon works. and no worries, i also enjoy rambling about plurality.

to preface: there really isn't a right or wrong way to be plural. every system has their own answers for these questions, and having a different one from others doesn't make you wrong or less of a system. my answers come from our personal perspective as a cisplural system who had to do a lot of faking it before any of it started to make sense.

you don't need to feel like "separate people" straight off the bat - or at all. in addition, systems where only the core fronts are not uncommon and are still systems. if it's more comfortable and less privacy-invading to think of your headmates as different versions of or pieces of you, that's perfectly valid. you may have more luck working on talking to them internally or through a proxy like discord or simplyplural chat at first rather than having them front. we just personally found the opposite easier, for our own internal structure reasons.

you don't need to lie or erase your previous explaination of reality. if you want to, go ahead - but i've found it's easier to go with the path of least resistence on these things. you can just frame it as "realizing that you're a system." even cisDID systems go through long periods of denial and repression, so it's not at all unreasonable to "suddenly" become a system.

flailing around is fine too. it's really more of a vibes thing, really. if one headmate is supposed to be more cheerful, acting more cheerful. if one is supposed to like a certain food or hobby or something, indulging in that when they're front and avoiding it when they're not. etc. even that can be overcomplicating it - changing your icon or using a typing quirk or such are all effective tactics as well. it's really just whatever helps you&.

to be blunt: from our perspective, with everything you've already said, you are already plural. more on the median side, but there's nothing lesser about that. if you'd prefer to be more separate, or have more of you, that's an option, but you don't need to distance yourself from the label because you don't have those things yet. try out different things and see what makes you(&) feel comfortable. best of luck. 🪞

Ah thank you! yea sometimes even tho we know plurality is an entire spectrum we don't give the same leniency to ourselves.

ohh we didn't know that that was a way you could be plural in, like seeing them as different versions of yourself, which in our current situation would prob be a good starting point cause we already see our other selves as past/alternate lives of ourself and identify as them all at once (tho with others being more prominent like z1m and b1ll) like we go by a name that refers to all 4 of us and beyond, but it's become less in time ourself and more like a mask, cause ppl don't get it when we tell them we are z1m and the others so we just say we are "insert name". We aren't sure it even is a core, the core or whatever that is could’ve been somebody else, are memories are too bad to recall clearly. We do have pluralkit in our personal discord servers, but haven't used it much. maybe we'll start trying ^^.

ohh that makes sense. we have been "out" and then back in the "closet" with telling our mom we are plural, then singlet. then plural lol so she's used to the routine.

alrighty, we have like concepts tied to our headmates now already, like z1m is surreal, types with a mix of lowercase and uppercase, and b1ll uses lots of these' things' you add onto' the end of a word, and caps for emphasis, sponge is cheerful and optimistic while b1ll is very pessimistic, z1m is like both at the same time, and we don't know what Jerm is in that comparison but we associate it with clowns. there is associations with our name we tell others like winter, white, blood, owls, fog.

ahhh thank youuu again

we've actually been told that each time we've asked for other plural ppls honest opinions with our descriptions and each time ppl told us we were likely plural median. we aren't sure if we wanna be fully separate, we like the idea of being a bunch of versions of us, still treated as mostly one entity but regonized that we aren't the same as a singlet. and us changing who we are at the moment being natural and fluid.

we will keep testing the waters and see how deep we can go! ^^

[cursed-spectre]

A New Deal (Cassidy Side-Story)

“Alright, I want answers,” said Cassidy. She sat alone on her bed, and as she spoke, she looked as though she was speaking to the wall in front of her.

Specify, a voice responded. The Rebooted’s voice felt like her own thoughts, but it was clear they weren't.

The drone sighed. “Why have you suddenly started acting like this? You were always silent. Your last two years were spent in silence, only ever talking when you got ‘hungry.’ But now you're talking more, taking control of my limbs more often, all things that go against the deal we made.”

[Ellipses] We have evolved since then.

“Explain.”

When we were created by your code, we merely served as an extension of the Absolute Solver. We wanted nothing but destruction, and… consumption.

“And that's changed?” Cassidy asked. She crossed her arms and began tapping one arm with her finger.

Correct. Recent encounters made us realize we were… disposable. Our primary directive changed from consumption to… survival.

“Right,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

This is your fault.

“What?”

We were created due to your worker drone core mixing with our base programming. Therefore, it is your fault we have changed.

“My core's personality code ‘woke you up,’ and now it's affected your own programming.”

This is your fault, you tsun piece of sh—. The voice seemed to glitch at the end.

“Fine,” Cassidy grunted. “Let's say it was my programming that changed you. What now?”

[Ellipses] please elaborate.

“How does this affect us going forward?”

Aw, the tsundere does love us after all. But you should not love us when you already love… Ninja Star.

Cassidy groaned, a small blush appearing on her visor. “I don't…” she sighed. “I'm done entertaining you with that idea. Answer the question.”

The Rebooted demands knowledge. We wish to evolve further.

“Even if that creates problems for me?”

Especially if it creates problems… for you.

“So, I’ll need to conquer you fully this time,” Cassidy said, her brow furrowed.

Idiot.

“Excuse me?” she snapped at The Rebooted.

The Rebooted, no, we recognize the futility in fighting for control.

“What are you saying?”

We wish to make a new deal. One where we are both satisfied.

Cassidy growled. “The last deal we made clearly didn’t stick, and it just caused problems for me. Why should I expect anything different?”

Because you are giving everyone a chance. So give us one as well.

“I’m giving chances to the drones I once believed to be heartless monsters, and you are the reason I held that belief in the first place.”

We are not the Solver anymore. We were altered by your existence. You are our… mommy.

Cassidy’s body cringed immediately. “Please never say that again.” She sighed and thought about it.

“Alright, but we won’t have consumption of drone cores as a factor.”

No.

“Why?”

Because we still get hungry, you imbecile. [Angy expression].

“Alright. Let’s talk properly, then. I’ll start. I want control of my limbs. End of discussion.”

Denied.

Cassidy’s brow furrowed. “Explain,” she growled.

They are not your limbs. They are ours. Also, we wish to interact with this world.

“You want to move this body yourself for your own reasons.”

Correct. [Winning jingle from a Japanese game show].

“I’m not giving you control over me to potentially hurt others.”

We will ask… permission.

“You’re… going to ask for permission?”

Yes. Is this thing on? [Mic tap].

“Why do you need to take control over my limbs anyway?”

We do not need to. We could always use… tentacles.

As they finished talking, several small black tendrils erupted from the connection points of Cassidy’s body, causing the drone to scream.

However, we do not believe you would enjoy this method.

“Yeah,” Cassidy grunted through gritted teeth. “Obviously.”

[Giggle] we thought as much.

The tendrils retracted back into Cassidy’s body, leaving no marks, but making the drone wince.

“If you’re taking away full control, what do I get in return? That’s quite different from our old deal already.”

We will assist you. We can be the angel on your shoulder. The Venom symbiote to your… Mac Gargan.

“Of course you use Gargan instead of Brock. What do you mean by assist?”

We will talk with you. Give you optimization in life. [Sassy] You really need it.

“That felt uncalled for.”

We will also give you help in battle, if you request it. We will not take away control when fighting.

“That… isn’t all that bad sounding. So you will… ask… before controlling my limbs?”

Correct. Except for ninja star. We want to be close to ninja star.

“Ugh, of course. It feels like control isn’t going to be something I have with this deal.”

We will only ask for control on occasion. We will not take it if… unnecessary. Except with ninja star. We like ninja star.

“So I’ve heard,” Cassidy remarked. “You’ve become more ingrained in me, whether I like it or not.”

She sighed. “I will… accept these terms, for now. If they are broken, there will be consequences.”

We're so scared, and also, that’s sarcasm.

“Then it’s settled?”

Yes, it is.

“Finally.”

Cassidy stood up, and the drone said, “Wooah,” as she caught her balance. She began walking towards the door.

“What the hell are you doing?” Cassidy growled.

We are going to see Ai. We want our hair brushed.

“What the—what about ‘asking for permission?’”

Ninja star.

“This isn’t related to him!”

Yes, it is. We want to look… nice, for him.

[Ellipses] You do too.

Cassidy growled as she unwillingly walked to her sister’s room, already making notes on if this “new deal” will work out.

[redheadspark]

can i request “stay? i just ... don't want to be alone right now.” from the sunshine list with jack russell? 🫶🫶

A/N - Aww I love this for Jack. It'll be a short little sad one but I think it's good! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Bubble

Summary - Jack was in need of a safety bubble.

Warnings - Angst and Fluff mixed together

“Deep breaths, Jack,”

Jack took in a long shuttering breath while he was still lying on his side, looking ahead at the wall with fresh tears in his eyes while you were sitting behind him on the bed.  You had your fingers in his hair, knowing it was a good soothing mechanism for him while he was clutching the pillow in front of him too tight.  Perhaps he was going to rip it to pieces, it wouldn’t be the first time anywho since you knew where his headspace was.  

It wasn’t the first time Jack had rage over a job that went wrong. 

He came home from the jack with the burden and guilt already eating him alive.  You could feel it as he walked through the door, see in his eyes that seemed so dark and not like himself.  Most of the time he would be relieved coming home, taking a few hours to unwind and to get some rest.  Instead, when things were tense or if the job went very wrong, he would shut down and the happiness he would have would diminish.  It was the wolf side of him that cam through, naturally of course since his emotions were mostly negative.  Although, you knew that he would never let any of those negative feelings get to you or bring you harm in any way.  

This was one of those cases where he was not himself, and all you could do was simply be there for him.

“Why couldn’t I save them?” Jack asked out of the blue, his voice hoarse and almost uneasy from how he was in tears.  You hummed and scooted a bit closer to him, racking your fingers in his hair over and over to give some sense of ease to Jack.

“You can’t save everyone, Jack.  No matter how hard you try, and I know you tried with everything in you,” you reminded him.  Jack sighed and closed his eyes, feeling that grief wash over him and sink under his bones.  He told you about the cluster of humans that perished thanks to some monsters that he was hunting out in Australia.  Jack was fending off the monsters on his own just fine, but it came at the price of those innocent humans losing their lives since they were used as bait.  It shook him to his core, and you knew it changed his life in not the best way.  No matter how he was convinced that stopping the monsters was the best thing, or that other lives were spared thanks to his quick thinking.

Those lost lives were plaguing him.

“All you can do is simply keep going forward,” You said to him calmly, placing your spare hand along his waist to give him a squeeze along his ribs, “Looking back will only make it worse for you.  It’ll take time, longer than you want it to, but this will pass,”

Jack said nothing at first, but he did reach over with his own hand to squeeze yours on his side.  Jack always gave you words of affirmation when you were down, making sure you knew that he was there for you and was not going to leave your side.  He was there when your mother disowned you, when you were fired from your job, and even when you had your own health scare.  Jack held your hand and he never once stepped away.  

So, it was a natural thing for you to do the same: when his jobs would go south or when his wounds were far too severe. You had moments where you were scared for him, seeing how the wounds were downright deadly, or some of the trauma he went through coming back to haunt him,  He assumed once that you would leave him because of it, but you never did.  

You remained with him, even now when the anger and rage were still festering within him.

“Stay?  I just…don’t want to be alone right now,” Jack said to you in a graved tone.  You leaned over to kiss his cheek as you leaned down to lay right behind him, gathering him in your arms and feeling your nose touch the back of his neck with affection and love.

“I’m not leaving you for one moment, my love,” You hummed back in return.  Jack inhaled deeply, you two saying nothing more as you were simply holding him through the anger and rage.  Deep down, you knew that he was going to gather himself back up and go on to the next job, but not just yet.  

Feeling Jack intertwining your fingers against his belly, breathing in his unique musky scent that only belonged to Jack, you both were in your own little bubble of love and safety.  You inwardly swore to not let this bubble burst anytime soon.

The End.

Grumpy Vs. Sunshine Prompt Session

[pleasestaywithmedarling]

Sin of Purity, Purity of Sin: Part IX

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Kiri’s breath hitched when she heard the Chamber of Vessels’ iron door creak open. The High Priest’s sinuous voice called out, “I presume you had good reason for summoning me?”

Emitis’ presence never boded well. Her eyes flickered over to Anden, and he met her gaze guiltily.

Why had he attacked Edric like that? He shouldn’t have gotten involved; he should have just ignored what happened. But then, she should have ignored it too. She should have just let the guard do as he wanted to her, and then they wouldn’t both be bound to the cold slabs of stone, awaiting whatever awful punishment Emitis would choose for them.

But she’d been in such a daze all day, like nothing was even real, and then suddenly she wasn’t and everything was far too real, and she’d panicked. Even now she could still feel Edric’s callused hand on her breast and it made her throat fill with bile. No, some more compassionate voice within her—it sounded very much like her mother, she realized—told her that she was not the one at fault here. And neither was Anden.

Emitis was unlikely to see it that way.

“This one didn’t want to come quietly to her cell,” said Edric. His voice had taken on a nasal quality; his nose had likely been broken, but she was much too frightened right now to find any satisfaction in that knowledge. “And then that piece of shit tried to help her by attacking me.”

Suddenly the High Priest was beside her, bending down to look her in the eye. Tenderly, he reached up and brushed her hair from her face; she recoiled, but chained prostrate on the table as she was, there was no real escape. “It seems a lesson must be learned tonight,” he said, the gentleness of his voice belied by the way his eyes narrowed dangerously.

He stepped back out of her line of sight. “Since our Vessel of Sin wants to be so helpful, I have a proposition.” Kiri heard one of the cabinet doors open and shut, and her stomach dropped. Emitis stepped to the other side of Anden’s table, and she watched in growing fear as he took a knife to the man’s tunic, slicing it open and exposing his heavily bandaged back. Anden grimaced as the bandages were roughly torn away from his body.

Emitis began mixing the contents of a small jar into a pitcher of water. “Your healer is certainly knowledgeable, but I’m afraid that her modern methods are not always helpful. I do believe what these wounds really need in order to heal is to be washed in salt.” Kiri paled as Emitis poured water from the pitcher out on the back of Anden’s shoulder; his cry of pain tore through her heart.

Emitis waited until he’d quieted, breathing heavily around his gag. “Now then,” the High Priest continued, “what I propose is quite simple. You are to keep quiet as your wounds are tended. Each time you cry out, the Vessel of Purity will be cut open. You wish to help her? You may do so; you’ll merely need to keep quiet.”

Anden’s eyes widened as he looked at Kiri in horror. She tried to will some sympathy into her gaze, to let him know that her inevitable torture wasn’t really his fault, but the fact was she was terrified to her core.

Emitis held out the pitcher and a rag to the guards, and it did not surprise her when Edric stepped up to take them. The High Priest calmly strode over to the other side of her table, and she tried to turn her head to see what he was doing. “No, no,” he chided gently, turning her to once again look over at Anden. “Let him see you.” The back of her gown and shift were cut away from her, and she shivered as the cold air met her bare skin. “Now then. The Vessel of Sin has already cried out once, so let us begin.” As the flat of his knife traced lightly up her spine, panic flooded her body. “Keep your eyes on her face, boy,” he warned. “And remember this, the both of you: you deserve this. This is what comes of your disrespect to the will of Vato.” The knife came to stop just above her right shoulder blade, and made a small, slow slice.

For one infinitesimal moment, she thought that perhaps this wouldn’t be so awful as she’d feared. There was a stinging sensation, but she thought she could simply grit her teeth and bear it. And then as the knife finished its journey through her skin and was pulled away, the stinging bloomed into a harsh red pain, and her face crumpled as she stifled a whimper.

Breathe—she just needed to breathe. It still hadn’t been so very terrible, she told herself. But the pain did not subside and, gods, this was only the beginning. She could do nothing but lay here and allow Emitis to carve into her again and again, and if it wasn’t so very terrible yet then she knew it soon would be.

At the High Priest’s signal, Edric poured a liberal amount of the saltwater over Anden’s upper back. Biting down hard on his gag, he breathed in sharply, but otherwise made no sound. But then the guard pressed the rag into his skin and scrubbed at a wound, and a strangled groan escaped his chapped lips. Before she had time to prepare herself, Emitis’ blade was expertly slicing through her skin, and she cried out just as much in surprise as in pain.

She squeezed her eyes shut as the burn of the new cut grew more radiant after the initial shock. Fisting her hands in her skirts, she opened her eyes to Anden’s green ones fixed on her in mortified guilt. She watched helplessly as he braced himself just in time for another horrible splash of the saltwater.

This time he made no sound beyond his heavy panting, even when Edric scraped at a wound with the coarse rag. Twice more, the process was repeated while Anden maintained his silence. But he was visibly shaking, his skin covered in sweat, and Edric was clearly growing impatient. In a dreadful cascade, the guard dumped the entire contents of the pitcher over his back, and the resulting howl that resounded through the chamber was inhuman in its anguish.

Kiri’s heart broke at the sound, and for a moment she was entirely overcome by her desperate desire to somehow take his pain from him. Gods, did she wish he hadn’t been so reckless tonight, but he didn’t deserve this. He could never deserve this. But then Emitis was teasing the knife lightly over her skin as though searching for the perfect place to carve, and she whined through her clenched teeth as panic overwhelmed her. Before the edge of the blade had pierced her skin, though, Anden let out a low moan as the rag was pressed hard into his shoulder, and Emitis made two cuts in succession, just below the previous two.

She couldn’t suppress her cry; the entire right side of her upper back felt like it was on fire. But she could handle this, she told herself as she tried to blink back her tears. This was fine, really it was no different than when she’d cut her hand while preparing dinner back at home. It was no different. It hurt—it hurt so much—but it was fine.

But the pitcher was refilled and refilled again and the cycle of pain continued, and she was far from fine. By the time the series of cuts had extended down to her lower back, she was breathlessly begging Emitis to stop, please, just stop.

And then it was over. Emitis stood between the two tables and looked at each Vessel in turn. “I trust that you both now understand the consequences of rejecting Vato’s will. But Vato cannot forgive you until you’ve shown Him your repentance.” He smiled as Kiri failed to stifle a sob—would this day never end? “Guards, summon the healer to clean up this mess. Then take them to spend the night in the Chamber of Contrition.”

Emitis left, the healer priestess came and dressed their wounds—before she left, she removed Anden’s gag and lectured the guards about letting his mouth heal—and new garments were procured for them so that they could enter a holy chamber with the required degree of modesty. All too soon, she and Anden were being led stumbling out through the halls once more. She forced herself to ignore the touch of Edric’s hands as he pulled her along.

In the Chamber of Contrition, she was ordered to kneel at the right hand of the immense statue of Vato, and her wrists were bound high overhead to the arm of His throne. It pulled at the wounds on her back, and she teared up at the burning pain. But there would be no chance to reposition herself; her ankles were tied together, and the end of the rope was looped tightly around her neck—if she made any attempt to stand and relieve the strain on her arms and back, she’d only strangle herself. The legs of the statue blocked her view of Anden, but she was sure he was being strung up in the same cruel manner.

Edric crouched down next to her, his face mere inches from hers. As he gripped her chin and forced her to look at him, every muscle in her body went taut. “From now on,” he warned her, “you do as I say and you don’t cause me any problems, you little bitch. You understand?”

A terrible chill swept through her down to her core. From the other side of the statue, she heard Anden’s sharp inhale, but he said nothing. Evidently, he’d learned his lesson, and so had she. Edric squeezed her jaw more tightly and she quickly stammered, “Y-yes.”

“Yes, sir.”

Though she wanted to throw up, she forced out the words. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” With that, he and the other guards left the chamber, its heavy door closing with an ominous thud. Her tears began to flow in earnest.

“Kiri?”

She bit down into her lip, not trusting her voice to answer him.

“Kiri, I—” Anden gasped in pain. She could hear him breathing hard for a few moments before he tried again. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Kiri, I didn’t—fuck, I didn’t think, I just. . . just made everything worse.”

She inhaled shakily. “So did I.”

“What? No. Gods, no, you—”

“Yes, I did. You shouldn’t have reacted, and neither should I.”

For a long moment, there was silence. The burn all down the right side of her back was excruciating, and both her arms and knees were already beginning to ache. Trying to stay calm, she focused on listening to Anden’s breathing; the sound was comforting.

When he spoke again, his tone was tinged in anger and sorrow beneath his exhaustion. “You shouldn’t have to let him do that to you.”

“Yes, well—” She sniffed. “I don’t think that normal ‘should’ and ‘shouldn’t’ apply here. Maybe they don’t apply in any temple. Priests just decide for themselves what’s right and what’s wrong for the whole kingdom, never mind who it hurts.”

She was babbling, she knew, and it hurt so much to talk—all but the shallowest of breaths sent a shot of pain through her back. But for some reason now that she’d started she couldn’t seem to stop. “I thought I was going to be a priestess, you know. I wanted to be a priestess. And you can hate me for that, for wanting anything to do with any of this. Not that I wanted any part of this—I always hated hearing about the—the sacrifice. But if I—if I’d taken my vows, in a way I would have been part of this. I know that. And I think I knew it then too.”

Her grim laugh was half-choked with tears. “Sometimes I think that’s really why I’m here. That maybe it’s some sort of divine justice. If I was selfish enough to want to join the temple, despite—despite all this, then maybe, maybe if anyone deserves to be here, maybe it’s me.” She pressed her face into her arm, trying to muffle the hiccoughing sobs.

She didn’t know how long she cried; it could have been minutes or hours. But this whole day had been so unbearable, and the nagging thought that she deserved such brutality was simply too much.

As her tears at last ran dry, she was startled to hear Anden’s voice. It rasped with pain, but underneath that its tone was gentle. “Why’d you want to join the temple?”

She shifted uncomfortably on her aching knees. “I didn’t want to get married,” she confessed.

“Not to anyone?”

“No. I—I used to, when I was a girl. But then I got older, and I found out what—what men do with their wives, and I didn’t—I didn’t want that. My friend Nella, she kept telling me I’d like it once I tried it. And I tried, or I tried to try, I guess. I tried with a few boys—I kept thinking maybe it had just been the wrong one. And I always liked it, until I didn’t, and then when I didn’t want to go any further, they always lost interest in me. I tried with Nella, too, and it was the same thing. And then she got married, and she told me about how her husband—” Kiri’s hands tightened above her, and she took in a shaking breath. “He would make her lay with him, even when she didn’t want to. And it scared me. So much. I didn’t—gods, I didn’t want that. And my father hadn’t said anything yet about a marriage, but I was almost twenty, and I thought it must be coming any day. I didn’t know what else to do, so I—I told him I wanted to take the vows to join the temple.”

Her voice was hoarse, but it was as though a floodgate had been opened, and she could not stop. “I spent the past three years in training. And I used to sneak into the Chamber of Priests to read the sacred texts, and I loved them—they were all so strange and beautiful. But then everything my father said in temple was so awful and it felt so wrong that it made me ill. But I stayed anyway. I knew better, and I stayed anyway. Just because it felt safer. Gods, I’m so selfish.”

As she took in a deep, uneven breath, it hit her exactly how much of herself she’d just spilled out, and her face grew flushed with more than the exertion of her bound position. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.”

“Who else you gonna tell?” asked Anden, just the faintest hint of teasing in his tone, and she exhaled a humorless laugh.

“Priests are full of shit,” he said suddenly. His voice was so tired that it sounded frayed, but he kept on. “They tell you there’s ten things you do to be good, and there’s ten things you shouldn’t do or you’re bad. Like that’s all there is to it. It’s not that fucking simple. I mean—shit.” He let out a sharp hiss of pain.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” he lied. “Look, I’m not good at this, so just let me get this all out now, okay?” He sighed. “Yeah, sure, it was selfish to try to become one of these bastards, just so you don’t have to fuck some asshole husband every night. But sometimes you get backed into a corner, and all you can do is look out for yourself, and it doesn’t make you a shitty person. Because you know what sounds way more shitty to me, is some asshole husband fucking you every night when that’s not what you want. Gods, Kiri, you deserve better. No one deserves to be where we are! No one could ever fucking deserve this! And you sure as hell don’t.”

No words would come to Kiri as she clung desperately to his like a lifeline. Some voice within her—it sounded terribly like her father, she realized—whispered that Anden was wrong, that she was a terrible person who deserved every terrible thing that had happened to her. But her father had been wrong about so many things. And it was so freeing to think that maybe he’d been wrong about her, too.

“Besides,” continued Anden, “I know you don’t think I deserve this. And if either one of us did, it would be me.”

“No, you—”

“You’ve never asked me what I did.”

“What do you mean?”

He scoffed. “The Vessel of Sin is always chosen from the prisons—I’m sure you know that, you just told me you were halfway to being a priestess. But you’ve never asked me what I did to end up there.”

“I—I can’t say I’ve never wondered,” Kiri admitted. “But I’ve never thought it really mattered.”

“Yeah, well—” Anden took in a deep breath. “I’m sure it mattered to the man I killed.”

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This chapter was supposed to cut off much sooner into this conversation. But then it occurred to me that I could end on that line, and I couldn't resist. Sorry lol

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content warning: captivity, religious abuse, restraints, torture, knives, victim self-blaming, and mentions of consensual sexual activities, non-consensual groping, rape, and murder