#and almost got a hole drilled into his skull

[marenwithanm]

Girl help I've become a trekie a few decades late.

[satrs]

WICKED GAMES. @Gojo.satoru

SYNOPSIS; Satoru Gojo is your nemesis - vise versa. Or so you thought.

FEATURING; Virgin!Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

WK; 4k.

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! college au. richhhh Gojo. enemies to lovers. insulting. gojo hurts readers feelings with insults, vise versa. clothed grinding. unprotected sex. virginity loss. prn with plot.

"And who exactly invited you here?"

It's loud, thick air from the crowded space not too far away from where you're trying to escape the loud music blasting in your ear drums, head throbbing in pain, only to increase due to the annoying and unexpected - obstacle on your way to the restroom.

Your brows crinkle in irritation at the young man's question, flashing him a look of disgust. "That's none of your business." Your eyes drill holes into his skull, clicking your tongue at his attitude. "Can you move out the fucking way?", you ask rather rhetorical, irritated, you try to stomp past him, only to be hindered by his large frame hovering above you, his intimidating aura drowning out the loud chatting and music in the background, heart thumping in your chest as you struggle to hold eye contact, eyes flickering from his to the wall right beside you, gritting your teeth in annoyance.

He looks you up and down, tongue pocking the inside of his cheek. "It's my business since you're in my house."

You scoff, a sly smirk creeping its way up your lips. "Your house? If I'm not mistaken, Suguru lives here. Rings a bell? Geto Suguru, the host of this party? Also, the one who invited me here?"

"Suguru, Satoru, same shit. What's his is mine. So, again, what in Christ's name are you doing in my house?"

Your anger only grows, rumbling up a storm inside your stomach. Who the hell does he think he is? 'What's his is mine'? Fucking bullshit. "Look, I know that you two are friends-"

"Best friends", he interrupts, a vein on his forehead almost popping out of rage. Your patience is hanging onto a thing fucking threat at this point, playing out multiple ways to beat this bastard's ass up in your mind.

"The best of friends", you mock him, eyes closing for a second to regain your composer. "Whatever, I don't give a shit. Suguru and I also happened to be friends, and he invited me here. Out of kindness, I came." You pause, scanning his posture for any slight sign of comfort to make your escape, the idea soon turning into a cloud of smoke at his focused expression, his whole attention focused solely on you. "I've tried to avoid you all night. But you're stuck to my ass like a tick."

You make sure to spit out the last word, making sure he heard it loud and clear.

"I didn't ask who invited you, I asked why, the fuck, you are here."

"Now, I swear to God, Gojo. You better know what's best for you and get. Out. Of my way."

Satoru Gojo.

You hate the taste his name left in your mouth, and you hate the sight of him. That's why you refused to attend to this shitty frat party so many times. But your friend, who also happens to be Gojo's childhood buddy, begged and pleaded, until you eventually caved in.

You know how much this party means to him. Tying new connections to various people around the area, show of status, maybe even get a taste of some hot thing. All of that high top stuff.

You're not into that kind of lifestyle, showing off money and throwing it around as if it grew on trees, especially as a college student. Most students who attend this shit-show treat their academic success was careless and straight up foolish - running around to be a part of the 'high society' on the campus, while their tuition fees light up into red numbers.

One of the many reasons you hate Satoru Gojo is exactly that. His reputation. He is, how other students would say, part of the 'high society' - got his tuition fees covered by the wealth of his parents, grades never good, but after some sweet-talk with his professor, he surprisingly passes all of his classes with flying colors. One way or the other, he gets what he wants. He always does.

He is the definition of 'money can buy anything'.

But it's not the money alone, it's his attitude of his that just has you ball your hands into a fist.

Not one day goes past without him rubbing his wealth under everyone's noses. It didn't matter who it was, he was going to show them that he was better than them, richer, stronger.

He is the strongest.

Even though he never offended you directly, his distant glares and arrogant looks were enough for you to develop the hatred you have towards him. He always looked down on everyone he talked to, if they manage to even get him to pay attention to them, that is.

You really didn't want to even see him at this party, not attempting to ruin your mood with someone like him. So, you had to avoid him at all cost. In the end you figured, it wouldn't hurt to attend a party again, enjoying the company of others more than usual in your full-scheduled student life, escaping the never ending cycle for even just a little bit of fun. Also, the chance of running into him in such a massive house was slim. Until now.

You wish you could just kill him right here, that's how deep your hatred is seated. His feelings are mutual.

It's not like he ever paid attention to your presence, hell, he didn't even know you existed until you were all up in his business, always having a remark ready when he said anything to anyone. Yeah, he can be a bit mean at times, but it's nothing harsh, just jokes. They all know, for sure.

At first, he thought you're cute, and you still are, being honest. Gorgeous even. Maybe even the prettiest girl he's ever seen. But only if you keep that damned mouth of yours shut.

He can't stand your constant sense of justice, bugging him with issues someone like him could never even bother himself with. Babbling nonsense of 'fairness' and 'inequality' when he just supports the economy. Some, with some he means, you, see his actions as cruel but, if you were in his position, wouldn't you do the same?

Why can't you just mind your business and stop bothering him with your bullshit? It's not like your endless talking would change anything.

You're a nobody.

"Hello? Is your ass that stuffed of money that you can't follow simple instructions anymore? Get out of my way!"

Who does he think he is?

You scream into his face, blood rushing up your face as your anger pours out of you, all you see is red. If he doesn't move out the way at this instant, you're going to-

Who do you think you are?

He exhales a deep breath, scanning the area around you two before he swiftly takes a hold of your arm. You spit out curses at him, roughly trying to free yourself from his grasp, only to be dragged along until he rushes you into an empty room down the hall.

"Let go-!" And he does, pushing you into the empty guest room, closing the door right behind him. You swallow at the tension, the music only faint to notice, turning the room almost dead silent.

You stand, your ground, furrowed eyebrows indicating your mood. "You-!"

Before you can even think of an insult, he interrupts you in an instant, causing your body to tense up at his unusual dark tone. It's almost scary how his expression changes into something unreadable. "Shut the fuck up", he breathed out, head falling back as his hands brushes across his face, a long sigh leaving his lips while looking at the ceiling.

"Can you? Just be quiet for one second." And you did, exhaustion washing over your body as you look around the room, turning on your heels to look at anything but him.

"It's always people like you", he begins, eyes trailing after your movements, "always those nobodies who got their nose all up in my business. You're the one who's a tick on my ass." He begins to follow your footsteps to the bathroom, halting at the door to lean against the door frame, looking down at your body seated on the closed toilette, head in hands. "You're jealous."

Jealous? Not only jealous - you're green of envy.

He was born with everything and anything you could ask for. He already got his future set, like food on a platter. You on the other hand have to work hard, to pay for college, rent, and other necessities. And he? He gets money shoved up his butt every other week, not lifting a finger. And worst of all, he's not even grateful for his privileged life. Perhaps, that's also a big reason you hate him.

"I'm obsessed? Now tell me who exactly dragged me into this room!", You snap your head up, teeth gritting together, tears threatening to trickle down your face.

"You cryin'?" You try to wipe the tear off your face unnoticed, but it's already too late. He nears you, leaning down and looking at you with that look again.

As if you're nobody.

"Don't change the topic", you sniffle between tears, turning your face away from him so you don't have to see him looking down at you. But you still feel his eyes on you, an unreadable expression on his face as he inspects your form, an odd feeling bubbling up in his stomach.

Guilt?

He feels bad for you, he feels bad for making you feel this way. An apology tickles the tip of his tongue, but he closed his mouth before he dared to shatter his own ego.

"Fuck." He lets it slip out in a whisper, trying to think of possibilities to clear the confusion. Truth was, he looked for you around the whole house with the intention of making things right with you. Because he actually doesn't hate you how you think he would.

Suguru, his childhood best friend, knows how bad Satoru is with words, and how little to no remorse he has while talking to people, especially to girls. He also knows something else about Satoru, something that nobody, maybe not even himself, is aware of. That's the whole reason why he even invited you here. For the both of you to talk things out.

He planned it all out, pleading and begging you to come, and also loosing his pride in the process, up to the empty room, knowing that only Satoru would know what part of the house would be abandoned during a party, up to talking him into finally talk to you - without any bickering or insulting. An honest talk, just the two of you, nothing else.

"Look", he feels his heart sink into his stomach as he notices your attention is on him. "I-" He stops at the sight of your teary face, every part of his body telling him to just apologize properly, and just leave it be, or kiss it better.

What is he thinking?

"I just want this shit to end. Stop bothering me. Stop pocking around my business. Then we'll be good." Fucking dumbass. He facepalms himself mentally, eyes widening in shock at the sound of your soft giggle.

"Didn't anyone teach you how to apologize?" Looking up at your face again, he can see a faint but visible smile on your face and, thank God, what a relief.

"You know I won't say that."

"Why?"

"Because there is no reason to."

His posture stiffens at the sound of you getting up from the toilet. "Alright then. There's nothing to 'be good' then," You walk past him, back into the room, "I'll leave."

"Wait."

You can hear him entering the room. You smirk to yourself before turning around, ready to see his ego shattering down, and-

"I don't hate you, Y/N."

What?

The smirk quickly washed off your face, confusion replacing it. Was this some sort of joke?

"I'll explain it to you, just-" he sighs, swallowing his pride before continuing, "stay. Please." You're taken aback by his sudden change, the soft and pleading look on his face. He never looked anywhere near unappealing to you, it was just his attitude. But now?

You don't know what's gotten into you, but you feel like staying, like something will happen. Suddenly you're not angry anymore, you're calm, collected, but most of all, curious.

He sighs in relief as you halt your movements, slowly expecting him to continue. His feet drag to the bed, awkwardly sitting at the edge of it as his hand motions you to sit beside him, eyes looking up at you expectantly.

You hesitate at first, you want to turn back and get out, but something just keeps your feet moving, your eyes never leaving his face.

And when you sit beside him, you come to realize how handsome he is up close, observing his bright ocean blue eyes, searching for something you can't explain in them.

You snap back to reality, eyes now looking down at your fingers tapping at your thigh awkwardly. "So?", you whisper into the thin air, for no reason at all. Slowly you look up at him face again, and instead of an answer, you found what you were looking for.

His lips smash onto yours as your eyes widen before you sigh into the kiss in relief, leaning your head into the hand he held up at your cheek. You push right into him, softly crawling onto his lap while your hands tangle into his hair as you feel him shiver underneath you at the feeling of your clothed heat covering his groin.

Breaking the kiss to catch your both's breaths, you look at each other in pure bliss. You lose yourself in his angelic eyes as his flicker from your eyes to your lips expectantly, hoping - no, begging for you to catch on.

"I like you," he curses under his breath once your cunt sits right on his half-hard length, breathing turning ragged, "I really like you."

You catch onto his intention and breath out s light laugh, placing a quick kiss to his lips, causing him to chase after your lips right after, and you bite back a laugh right after. "I figured." Your lips are back on his as you begin to grind your hips against his in a needy manner, a soft moan being swallowed by his lips as his hands firmly hold onto your rear, setting a steady rhythm.

With every move of your hips, the tent in his pants only grows, his hands turn rougher with each friction of your clother cunt against his hard length.

Fuck, he might burst into his pants right now. You look so angelic above him, breaking from the kiss to carefully tearing the shirt from him so you could admire his fine build before softly pushing him onto the sheets, his white hair spread across the silk as his chest heaves with every further inch your delicate fingers took towards his groin with the intention of freeing his aching cock from his painfully tight boxers.

And you do just that, eyes sparkling in anticipation at the sight of his gorgeous cock, pre leaking from the tip as he hisses at the hit of cold air he feels against his head.

"Hah- I-", his head pushes back into the sheets, eyes closing while he lets out a soft whine once your hand contracts around his dick, thumb teasing his slit.

"You what? Cat caught your tongue?", you tease, your other hand occupied with lazily pushing your panties to the side, lifting your hips up, ready to aline his head to your entrance, damp folds eager to feel him inside of you.

He lifts his head up, looking at your exposed cunny right before him, his hand flying up to your hips, squeezing them to get you to halt your actions. "I never did this", he breathes out, cheeks turning into a faint tint of red at your dumbfounded expression. Your hips come back down to rest on his lap, biting your lip, aroused of the idea that you're his first. "Are you serious?" And with his nod, you feel your cunt pulsating in excitement, neck craning down to capture his lips again.

You lift your hips to rest on his exposed cock, wet cunt slowly gliding along his length. Your swollen clit catches onto his end, the both of you moaning into the kiss.

His hips speedily buck up into yours, urging you to slide his plumb tip into your entrance. The firm grip his hands have on your waist guaranteed a leaving impression on your skin - but you don't care.

Not right now, not like this- when you have him of all people imaginable underneath you, his hot breath tickling your nose while his eyes lusted over you, curious of your next move.

You smirk down at him, a breathy laugh escaping you as your hand sneaks down to take hold of his pulsating length, aligning it to your entrance.

And with your gummy walls enveloping his tip in a tight grip, every past lingering grudge flows out of the window. He swallows, hard, head tipping back in pleasure while you inch your hips down further and further, biting your lip to contain your moans.

If there's heaven, this is it. Yes, he had his fair share of make out sessions, girls soaking his fingers and he was no stranger to blowjobs. But this? This feeling, your soft walls hugging his cock so perfectly, as if your pussy was made for him, waiting for him.

"Ohhhhh, f-fuck!-" A strangled whine escapes his lips once you bottom out, sweat forming at his forehead. It feels like you're suffocating him, his breath gets caught in his lungs, his eyes threatening to move to the very back of his skull.

With his face scrunching up in pleasure, one hand leaves the bruising grip on your waist as he tries his best to get up on his elbow, mouth hanging wide open.

"Are you alright?", you breathe out, breathing turning rapid. You can feel each vein of his dick pulsating inside your soaking cunt, your hand brushing across his defined abdomen.

"More than alright", he scoffed, his eyebrows furrowing, now fully propped up against the headboard. His absent hand finds its way to your ass, squeezing it, a desperate gaze inspecting every inch of your body. "Please, move."

And you comply, bracing yourself on his shoulders as you begin a steady pace, breasts bouncing up his face with each movement of your hips.

"Fuckkkkkk, yesyesyes!", his mouth captured your neglected nipple, his wet muscle swiping across the bud whilst his occupied hand harshly squeezes your rear, fat spilling between the gaps of his slender fingers as he roughly moves your hips against his, the newfound rhythm causing him to let out a sob.

Each rut of your hips only makes his love for you grow even stronger, now that you took the most precious thing he claimed to be his as your own, he's sure that this is right. If he had any doubts before this, then it's certain that they now disappeared into the thin air. There's nothing but desperation and desire for you clouding his mind - he needs you, he needs to feel the comfort of your velvet walls, your moans against his lips, your skin against his - you, you you.

Your clit continuously brushes against his pelvic bone. "Mhmmm, right there", you whine, hands desperately clawing at his shoulders with your eyes squeezed shut.

It's almost embarrassing how fast you're threatening to near your release, considering that he was the virgin. On top of that, the he in question being Gojo Satoru. You hated-

Your eyes shoot open, back coming in contact with the silk sheets before you feel his mouth on yours again, his tongue prodding at your lip. "You feel so fucking good, baby", he mumbled against your lips, his hips speed up while his hands roam your body in such a longing manner. "Don't want anything but this", he lifts your leg up his shoulder, straightening his back as he felt a tightness in his stomach. "Nothing 's better but this perfect cunt. Love it so much, fuck- love you, I love you baby."

Wait, why did you hate him again?

You moan at his words, the confusing mist clearing up with each mesmerizing thrust of his hips, your eyes full of admiration when you view him leaving open mouth kisses against your ankle, his eyes never daring to leave yours.

"'m gonna cum, toru- fuckfuckfuck, yes! Don't stop pleaseee-" And with that, you fall into the tantalizing sea of pleasure, sucking your stomach in while reaching your hand to his hip in an attempt to stop him, the pleasure too much for you to bear.

A low groan leaves him at the sound of the nickname you gave him, hips unintentionally speeding up, sweat rolling down his chest. He feels like he's gonna bust any second now, his tip nudging your gummy spot with each stroke, taking the shaky hand on his stomach in his to reach it up to his lips and plant a quick kiss on it.

"A-atta, girl. Fuck, you're so goddamn pretty. Can't last much longer, baby." His glistening eyes look between your bodies, the movement of his hips flattering as he nears his release.

"Shiiiiit, never felt so good in my entire life. Wanna stay inside of you forever. T-think I'm gonna cum."

The sight of your spasming cunt spurting against his lower abdomen was enough for him to burst right inside your welcoming hole, one last drive of his hips following to dwell a little longer in the pleasure before pulling out of your hole.

His body slumps onto of yours, nuzzling his head into your neck. You let out a breathy giggle, still out of breath, as your hand reaches up to stroke his hair affectionately.

Soon, the both of your breathings calm down, silence drowning the room, no one daring to continue where you left off.

"You sure this was your first time?", you joke, earning a laugh from the young man. He lifts his head, eyes locking with yours. "I'm a natural, you know."

You hide your laugh while turning to the side. His eyes roam your face with pure affection, love struck from your wholehearted laugh and suddenly, he regrets every past resentment he had against you.

" You're so damn pretty", he whispers, causing you to turn and look at him, his eyes wandering aver your features. "I'm serious", he continues, in answer to your skeptical stare.

It was weird, seeing his usual distasteful expression being replaced by such an adoring gaze, tempting you to look into his ocean kissed eyes for all eternity.

Every past resentment you had against him long forgotten, the future the only thing occupying your mind now. If he's really serious, could you both-

"Let me make it up to you."

You snap out of your thoughts, perplexed by his words. Before you can say anything, he continues.

" Take you out on a date. A proper date. Apologize for real." He takes a deep breath before opening his mouth again, nervous about what was about to come.

"I was serious about earlier, you know. I really do like you. I'm just-" he breathes out, trying to find the right words.

"An asshole?", you answer for him, earning a quick laugh in return. "Yeah. A big one at that." he raises from his position, looking down at you, almost pleading for your approval. "Please, y/n. I'll do anything for you to make it up. Give this - us a chance."

You look up at him, a small smile on your face. "Please," he whispered again once you sit up, carefully taking your hand in his, eyes pleading for a response.

Once your hand reaches up for his cheek, stroking it lovingly while you place a fond kiss against his lips, he got the answer he always wanted.

"Okay, let's try."

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[auspicioustidings]

At Ease

Summary: Ghost trains you to take commands. Basically a big ole power play to get you into sub space without him needing to play with you to do it. Words: 1.2k CWs: smut (light I think)

“Corporal.”

“Lieutenant Riley, sir.”

“Drills at 1900.”

“Yes sir.”

Fuck, you hated drills.

—

“Fall in.”

You took a breath and sank into soldier mode. You could do this, you’d impress him this time. No mistakes. The bed was made with the same crisp grey sheets that yours was, but owing to his rank he had a double and no other people sharing with him. You hoped you’d have a room like this one day as you crawled up onto the bed, kneeling facing him and awaiting further orders.

“Present arms.”

You turned away from him, feeling unsettled when your eyes weren’t on his. That skull mask had scared you at the start, but now it was like a comfort blanket of sorts. You hated not being able to see if he had his attention on you or not as you sank onto your elbows, keeping your ass up towards him with your head resting on the mattress.

“Inspection arms.”

You let your knees spread further and tried to undo the button on your trousers as quickly as possible. Hesitation was weakness, hesitation would make him grunt in disappointment and bring an end to drills and you hated when that happened. You hated how you could never get to the end, hated that you’d never gotten praise because you’d never earned it.

His hands were quick and practiced in ripping the trousers down off of you, leaving you fully exposed to the cold air as he took his time folding them and putting them on the bedside table. You focused your breathing, trying not to move even as you felt a trickle of moisture escape your hole, the sensation of that liquid traveling slowly through your slit and towards your clit making your cunt clench.

“Attention.”

You rolled onto your back and planted your feet on the mattress, knees wide apart and hands by your side as you stared at the ceiling. It was torture, being at attention while he just stood and said nothing. The silence made your breathing so much more obvious and you fought to calm yourself.

He must be able to see the slow throbbing of your clit as your poor cunt got more and more needy. It has shocked you the first time that your body had such a visceral reaction to this, to him. But now you knew that it didn’t matter, you had to follow orders regardless of how you ached. You could do it this time, you could withstand the mounting desperation.

You vaguely felt your right leg tremble and fought to get it to still. His hand planted on your knee and the jolt of the contact went right through you. He had never touched you during this before.

“Stand fast.”

You gritted your teeth, trying to stay still even with the warmth of his hand feeling like it may as well be him sliding inside of you. God, you needed something inside of you. You needed to be touched. When the warmth left, your eyes tried to slide forward, to see him.

“Eyes forward!”

You stiffened and your eyes shot back to the ceiling, hands by your sides now white knuckled gripping at the sheets. You could do this. It must have been a half hour before he gave another order and your whole body was wound tight. You felt swollen, like a balloon that’s latex was stretched so thin it was ready to burst from the slightest change. Your clit throbbed in time to your heartbeat.

“At ease corporal.”

This was new, you had never gotten this far. You visualised the position in your head and felt tears fight to fall. You would need to clasp your hands behind your back and the movement was going to give friction you were terrified of.

“Not going to tell you again, at ease!” Ghost barked and it felt like praise, felt like he wanted you to succeed.

The shift was almost painful as you fought to get into position, to follow commands instead of curling up and shoving your hands between your legs to relieve the ache. Your heels lifted as your hands clasped behind your back and your back arched. The movement caused an absolute flood from your cunt, some dripping down onto the sheets and some following the contours of your body to pool at your tighter hole.

You don’t know how much time passed as you struggled against your own body. You were denying it and it screamed at you, every muscle tense as your blood rushed around your ears and slammed into your core, plumping up your clit with every beat of your heart. You were sure he must see how swollen it was, glistening still with the wetness that had swirled round it from when you had been presenting.

After a while it was like you were floating, your body so rigid and needy that your brain had to detach to avoid giving in. You would follow orders, you would do this.

—

Ghost smiled. Finally. You probably didn’t even realise you were sobbing now. Despite how much the intense arousal was starting to hurt you, you had found that place that let you stay still, let you think about nothing but following his orders. He looked at the mess between your legs, all swollen and wet and throbbing. He could do anything to you right now, take whatever he wanted, and you would stay right where he had ordered you to. He knew he had been right about you when he had put your record on Price’s desk as a person of interest, you just needed some training.

“Ok corporal, relax” he said as he bent over and blew a puff of air on your clit.

You fell apart beautifully, the permission meaning that even the stimulation of that puff of air sent an orgasm crashing through you. Your muscles spasmed as your back bowed, mouth twisted in a silent scream. Ah fuck it, good soliders deserved rewards no? Three of his thick, gloved fingers jammed into your greedy cunt and she accepted them eagerly, sucking on them as if trying to milk them as your bliss just kept going and going and your limbs thrashed.

By the time it was over your body was loose and useless, crumpled onto his bed in exhaustion. He grinned seeing that you sluggishly tried to rearrange yourself back into some form of parade rest. It didn’t say much for his own self-control that he quickly got his hard cock out and tugged himself off using your own arousal as lube. It didn’t take long for him to spill on your pussy.

“Fall out soldier” he cooed, brushing wet fingers across your cheek as you passed out now that you had permission.

He watched you for a while, just content to see the rising and falling of your chest. You had done so well for him. Price arrived at some point, pleased with his report at how the training was paying off. He hadn’t been entirely convinced when Ghost had first suggested you, but as the lieutenant fed his fingers to Gaz to suck the combination of you and Ghost off of them and Soap began gently cleaning you up and stripping you out of your top so he could dress you in clean pyjamas, he was thankful Ghost was a stubborn arse who insisting on training you anyway.

Once you were clean and settled they left the room to let Ghost shower and crawl into his bed next to you, maskless and content with his success, wrapping you up in his arms and enjoying a dreamless sleep.

[ineylesian]

CHANGE.

— JASON TODD X FEM! READER

— AO3 | MASTERLIST

— WORD COUNT | 3.1k

— WARNINGS | mentions of weapons, smut, unprotected p in v, oral asphyxiation, biting, scratching, handjobs, fingering, fingerfucking, mentions of blood, cumming inside, use of aphrodisiacs (sex pollen), dubious content, overstimulation.

— SUMMARY | disobedience is strictly off the field in the militia, and just one slip up could spell your end.

— AUTHOR’S NOTE | had to wait all day to post this bc i got hit by a massive snowstorm. this is based off of arkham knight’s version of jason btw!

Steel. Smoothing coolness over your fingers and onto the metallic flow of your veins. Your eyes sweep frigid layers over the expanse below, narrowing down on one stranded wire amongst the mass.

Click.

“The main door’s open, Scarecrow. Ready to proceed on your word.”

Silence passes over the sea of crackles in the fuse box, dripping down to slither against the ground. Your eyes close at the breach of static in your ear, coiling three fingers against the box’s interior.

“Use the backup elevator on your way down. If it isn’t in working order, fix it.”

The call is lost to you. The world is dark and your senses are dulled by the residing pound in your head. Thick waves of raptured nerves pound against your skull, tightening against the surface and latching to the bone as a parasite would. There’s a muffled chorus scraping the barrier, forcing your eyes to shut tighter than you could ever imagine, fisting the other hand into your hair to—

“Stay focused.”

The illusion shatters, painting a revisited world of gloom and steady rain to your vision. Blood trickles from the inside of your cheek, running down to settle in your molars and paint your tongue with iron.

You brush his hand off of your shoulder without bothering to give a response, gums clasping together at the soft grunt that follows. The heavy clink of boots echo your descent into the abandoned mall, soft, yet lingering on your trail.

Just an hour had brushed past since Batman had destroyed the Cloudburst for good. Annihilated Scarecrow’s greatest creation and sent the Militia into complete turmoil in one hit.

You bite the corner of your lip, running a hand up your temple to soak up the light streak of sweat that had gathered there. The weight of such a rapid change of plans sits uncomfortable in your spine, weighing you down from the inside out. The Knight, on the other hand, seems completely unaffected by his own grave mistake. His stance is pin straight, pace overtaking yours within a matter of seconds.

And then he stops, reaching out to press the service button on the elevator in front of you.

You step into the elevator, gaze raking against dust and cobwebs as your hands grasp the railing supporting your back. The Knight almost mirrors your stance, only letting himself lean fully against the wall whilst his hands cross against his front.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

His voice is stagnant, devoid of the bark it usually carries. The very depth of it makes your skin crawl, and you’re hit with the feeling that it might sink into the bone. Slowly, your eyes trail upward, falling to rest on the LEDs that blaze back at you.

“You’re-“

“I’m not out of control.” He reads your mind to a tee, gloved fingers tapping rapidly against the arm they hold. “And I haven’t lost sight of the mission.”

Flashing, receptive, and unyielding. The scald of his mechanical gaze shoots daggers into your face, drilling a hole into the deepest parts that lurk within. You nearly flinch at the severity; his shoulders reel back in satisfaction.

There’s a tick in the back of your throat, latching onto your breath and spreading like wildfire throughout the rest of your body. The sight of him— acting so relaxed, so unbothered by the fact that he had compromised you all so effortlessly. Trapped you just as bad while he did it, and ended up in the same corner himself.

He was like a dog, thrashing against the leash bound to his neck. Always testing the limits at the expense of others. And when that post finally broke..

“You just wanted it so bad, didn’t you?” Anger. Your response comes through cold, throwing his guard off and allowing you a step forward. “You’ve lost sight of yourself ever since we got here.”

You’re standing right in front of him now, eyebrows furrowed together in a rivalry with the absentminded tilt of his head downward. Your chest swells with bile, held back by the sudden lurch of indignation that pushed you forward.

“Do you ever..” You pause, drawing a thick strand of breath from the bottom of your lungs. “..fucking think before you lash out? Do you even know why we’re going down here?”

Ding.

The pressure of your knife against his chest plate is swatted away in one swift motion. Tears threatening to keel over your eyelashes are held back with a rough tilt of your head, brushing away stray hairs and pulling your mouth into a tight line. The Knight’s arm is still extended towards the blade punctured through the wall, but he’s looking at you, and what was the threat to snap seconds ago is now confusion.

In the very last stretch of your peripheral vision sits Crane, behind him enough militia soldiers to kill you within seconds.

“The Hell..” He mutters, stealing a glance toward the mass of his men ahead. “You didn’t tell me about this.”

“We were afraid you’d run.”

Silently, you can’t help but feel the same. A sudden hesitation rising at the sound of Crane’s voice. There’s an edge to it that makes your skin prickle, and you glance back at the Knight. He’s looking straight forward, fists lightly clenched at the sides.

You turn away from him, stepping out of the elevator, and into the repurposed expanse that had become the Arkham Knight’s HQ.

He’s waiting for you with his fingers clasped, vials of fear toxin dragging at the cloth on his wrists. With a small nod, your militia soldiers disperse, heading for the other exit and leaving the two of you with him.

“Make it quick, Crane.” The Knight spits, crossing his arms to impose a threatening stance. “We have places to be.”

The modulator hides it. But you can see the way he’s placed most of his weight on the front end of his boots. Ready for something to let him off of his leash.

That was exactly why you were here. Crane knows it, you know it. The Arkham Knight had turned into something beyond the leader of the militia, and it was slowly costing you your chance at winning the war you waged. Snapping and snarling at everyone and everything for a chance to kill the Batman, with no clear sense of control. It was almost as if your commander had been replaced with a rabid dog.

He’d changed, and not for the better.

“You destroyed my greatest creation, Knight.” Crane’s tone blankets over you, condescending and twisting over your throat like a lethal serpent. “And you didn’t stop him.”

Your heart drops at his sudden change of direction, watching as Crane takes a step away from you. The Knight immediately reaches for his gun holster, and you’re quick to follow. Your attempt is simply laughed at, followed by the sudden intrusion of pitch darkness everywhere you look.

A sharp hiss simultaneously breaks out at your side, dousing your arms in a lukewarm breeze. You slap a hand over your mouth, but the substance is already sinking into your skin, leaving a trail of warmth as it spreads. The Knight swears from beside you, and it’s apparent that it’s reached him too.

The low flash of his modulator disappears with a zip, and you follow the noise with your own grapnel. Stumbling over a few railings and a staircase, you hear him stop, and light returns to your vision soon after.

The Knight breaks out into a coughing fit, and your eyes screw shut in reaction. What was once warmth is now an uncomfortable settling of balm throughout it the topside of your body, rendering your limbs pulsing and stiff.

“Fuckin- gas.” The Knight’s modulator rings out, muffled, bubbling with the crisp tone of his real voice underneath. “I feel like I’m on fire.”

Fire was an understatement. The sensation is unbearable, scalding waves of naught branching through your system to layer over, filling you with utmost dread at what Crane could’ve possibly dosed you with.

It’s worsening by the second. Another string of coughs from the Knight and it increases by what feels like tenfold, traveling down to settle in the pits of your stomach. You almost cry out when you hear him groan, burying your head into your arms and crossing your legs to lessen the heat.

And then you understand.

Crane knew he wouldn’t be vulnerable to any regular fear toxin. He knew the Arkham Knight was gullible when it came to seeing his mission through, and learned to reap the benefits in his own way.

That being, the violent shaking of his hands, back slouched and slid up against the wall to keep him up.

And you? What better way to test out one of his newest toxins with his partner right beside him? He could’ve used a sample that would’ve had you tearing each other’s faces off, but no, that was too simple.

This was worse. So much worse.

Your right knee hits the wall with a light thump, overturning one of the vials Crane had left behind into your hand. If there was any doubt in your mind before you raised the label eye level, it was gone within moments.

“Aphrodisiacs.” You scoff, tossing the empty glass into the distance. “I’m sure you know what that is.”

This was the worst way he could’ve punished you. Introducing fear in the loss of self control, sadistic rather than violent.

The Knight lets out a noise similar to the one that you had, pushing himself up against the wall before turning away from you.

“Great.”

There’s a strain to his voice that slithers into your ears, invasive and loud. It pushes its way past your esophagus, flowing down through your ribcage to pool at the center of your uterus. The sudden burn causes you to stumble forward, and by the time you’ve reached him, you’re nearly panting.

“Jason..” The call comes out dry, barren with a need to be washed away. “I can’t.”

You stop mid sentence, mustering a light groan as his hands latch onto the base of your armor, holding you firmly in place.

“I know, I know I know I kn…” His breathing is uneven, slurred words weaving around you in a delightful vibrato. “Take the helmet off.”

In that moment, your self control is ripped away completely. Your mind feels like it isn’t yours anymore, and you can only think about him, the Arkham Knight, Jason Todd. An animalistic desire erupts within you, begging for contact, for all of him at once.

Your fingers curl around his neck, index stiffly pressing down on the release button. As soon as the glass layer of his visor opens, you tug it off, clumsily setting it down on the table behind him.

The sight of him almost makes you lose it right then and there, twisting a knot of friction between your legs. Jet black hair coats his forehead in unruly strands, slightly damp along with the thin layer of sweat coating his face. And his eyes, iced over almost entirely with lust and mimicking a fatigued droop.

You’re interrupted by the sharp prick of his teeth, scraping skin off of your lips as they sink in. The breath you let out is cut off by the sudden intrusion of his tongue, shoved flat against yours and edging deeper still. It’s the aphrodisiac, wanting nothing but to consume you whole.

You can’t say you’re any different, as the loss of breath makes your hands work even faster on his suit. Pieces of armor are rudely dragged off and left to fall on the ground as you strip him of his outer layer, heading straight for the zipper once you’re done. Once you begin to pull, the Knight releases his hold over your mouth, gasping lightly at the wave of cool air washing over his exposed skin. You take his initiative of tugging your own zipper down to grasp his chin between your fingers, lifting up to dip your teeth into the center of his neck.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He breathes, running a hand under the lower portion of your bodysuit. “Don’t stop.”

The intrusion of metal against your pussy makes you gasp, front teeth dragging a rigid line down the Knight’s jugular. Spit paints sores of red and pressured white, covering his neck almost entirely before you move. Feeling his index finger run over your folds, you clamp down on the ridge of his collarbone. Tanged iron floods your taste buds, eliciting a muffled moan from the depths of your throat as you swallow greedily.

Blood streaks down the unshadowed part of the Knight’s chest as you retract, bringing a hand down to tug his glove off. Your spare reaches the end of his zipper, hastily clicking his belt off before dipping a hand under his waist. The inside of his thigh is searing hot, prickling under your touch. You can feel the pulse on the underside of his dick, unwavering and spilling beads of precum onto your fingers.

The stroke of your hand conjoins with the jerk of his fingers, causing the both of you to cry out in synchrony. You couldn’t feel any more full in the moment, yet, you need endlessly more. Your spare hand clutches a fist full of his hair, forcefully jerking his chin up to for another kiss. The scrape of your teeth against his makes you feel pyretic, the ignition of need on your body almost oppressive.

Your senses are almost lost to you as the Knight pulls away from your lips, leaving a deafening drum in your ears and your vision blurry. The only clear feeling is the shove of his fingers deep in your walls, twisting in a pattern that makes your head hang back. You can feel his cock throb violently in your fist, and the stretch of his fingers brings you right there. Your hand smoothes over the tip as he coats your stomach, feeling yourself gush over his fingers moments later.

Your panting is cut short by the abrupt shove of the Knight’s fingers in your mouth, lathering you in your own seed. The brush of his cock over your clit makes you whimper, biting down on his fingers to ease the scorch. Yet, you crave it all the same, tugging his fingers out of your mouth to stuff his own.

“Come on.” You cough, fingers curling against his tongue. “Fill me up, Jason.”

A brash moan cuts through the release of your fingers as he sinks down into you.

“Shit.” His breathing is nothing short of labored gasps, sliding you closer to his chest. “Need to feel all of you, sweetheart.”

You’d expect no less sweet talk from him even under such a nefarious high, words smoothing over you like a fresh douse of water. The pair of soft murmurs of how good you feel and the stretch of his cock fills you with a warm haze, evaporating in layers with each drag of him against your walls. Desire swiftly replaces the serenity, and you suddenly feel like the pace is too much. Your fingers run under his suit’s collar, nails digging into the plain of his back.

“More.” You mewl, dragging a course line through his shoulder blades. “Ah- give me- more.”

The Knight quickly obeys, picking you up by the plush of your ass and setting you against the edge of a table. Sultry invades every part of you as he burrows even further, and you feel like he might reach your intestines at this rate. He has you curled up against his waist, relentlessly pistoning into your cervix.

It’s all too fast— too much and too little all at the same time. The slap of skin against skin grows sloppier as your juices spill over his cock, winding the coil in your abdomen further than you thought it could go. You cry out as he practically manhandles you, curling your back further so you can take more of him. You can feel his skin cake under your fingernails at the pressure, and you’re forced to lick the salty trail of fresh tears as they trail helplessly down your face.

He paints your insides with ecstasy for the third time, and all you can feel is how full you are. Remnants of his seed drip out of your pussy and down your leg, something you’d certainly never felt before now. Even you knew the Arkham Knight wasn’t capable of holding you over the edge for this long— at least, not when his mind was his.

Over an hour had passed by now. You could feel desire being sucked from your body with each coming orgasm, eyes shut tight to prevent the tears from blurring your vision. The Knight had slowed down tremendously, having set you further against the table as he stretched you slowest he had all night.

“One more.” His voice is reduced to a complete rasp, eyes bloodshot and lashes dripping with tears. “It’s.. almost out.”

You nod, teeth grinding together as the adrenaline wears off and reality sets back in. The Knight’s fingers no longer burn your skin on contact, and he holds you still as he rides out his last orgasm.

The pounding in your head resides, and you’re left with nothing but the light chorus of your mixed pants and the soft squelch of his dick slipping out of you. Every inch of your skin is dewed with sweat, and a sore sits deep within the pits of your stomach, throbbing painfully in between your legs.

“Shit.”

You slowly zip your suit up, only managing to slide yourself off of the table before you’re sent tumbling over. The Knight feebly pulls you into his side, allowing the both of you to slide against the wall and onto the ground.

A glance is shared between you, and a sudden heat breaches your cheeks.

“Shit.” He mirrors, running a hand through dampened locks of hair shadowing his eyes. “Crane knew what he was doing.”

You saw it, too. The exhausted crease of his eyelids, the absolute agony running through your entire system. He’d planned this perfectly.

This hadn’t fixed anything, but you were too tired to shatter the peace you felt now, even if it was momentary.

“Hope you learned your lesson.”

He attempts to harden, scrutinize you with every ounce of energy he has left. The exertion leaves his head flush against your shoulder, and you run a hand over the scar on his cheek before you’re spent as well. His breath stalls at your touch, and only for a moment, you can feel the skin on his face tug upward.

“Maybe.”

[scaryscarecrows]

Hallucinations

Jason never likes dealing with Crane, but he really didn’t appreciate the bastard slipping a needle into the soft spot in his armor. Either he got lucky or he knows way, way too much (probably the latter, because Scarecrow’s an observant bastard who’s been in the Bat-bullying business for too long), but it doesn’t matter which it was.

That wasn’t his worst trip. No self-harm. Seemingly no harm to others, not that it would have been a loss. Just. Just a final burning out of weakness. It was almost worth it.

Almost.

What he could have done without was waking up in a chair with hands on his wrists that, for a terrible moment, felt kind. But then he’d opened his eyes and Scarecrow had been looking back at him with those cold, calculating eyes and for a second he’d been Robin again, facing down a monster.

But only for a second. He’d come to his senses fast enough and sent Robin packing, shoved Crane off him and managed to stand up. He hadn’t fled, after. It had been an abrupt leaving, yes, because the conversation had been over, but he wasn’t fleeing.

Even if it looked like it. Appearances can be deceiving.

He’d been glad, though, to get back to base where it was safe and warm. Somewhere where he had control of the situation. He’s not entirely sure how he made it back, but it doesn’t matter now. If he’s quietly grateful to be surrounded by normal-enough people who probably aren’t going to drug him, well, that’s his business, isn’t it.

“--some of the guys broke into a vending machine and confirmed the soda in there is still fine,” Drouot’s saying tiredly. “I don’t know why they did that, but it wasn’t worth stopping them.”

“The soda,” Jason confirms. “The earthquake soda that’s been down here for a couple of years.”

“Yep.”

God. He goes to the trouble of assembling one of the finest armies in military history, and the idiots drink years-old soda that got buried in an earthquake.

Sometimes he wonders why he bothers.

He looks towards the ceiling, sighs, and looks back.

And nearly throws up.

Drouot, who was fine two seconds ago, is a lot less fine now. Half the skin on his face has been peeled off, revealing splintered bone underneath, and his body’s riddled with bullet holes. One arm is hanging on by mere sinews and the other’s outright gone.

“Deathstroke got a little too happy with a hand grenade,” he continues, the broken teeth clacking together. “So that was…not good.”

Jason can’t answer. Drouot shrugs, coughs, and spits out a gob of bloody maggots. Behind him, a swarm of roaches scurry up the wall and into the vent.

“Joker’s been sighted two blocks south, but Riley went after him, so I don’t think he’ll be a problem for long.”

No. No, no, no, Joker’s a Do Not Engage–

Joker’s been dead for a year.

–it’s not safe to handle him, none of them know what he’s capable of–

“And Frank’s just about got the drill done, he said to come down there when you got back–boss?”

Jason blinks. Pulls in a ragged gasp. And wishes he could rub his temples.

Drouot’s fine. No bullet wounds, no visible skull. No roaches behind him, either.

Joker’s dead, isn’t he?

“Where’s Dylan.”

“Running a training session over at the construction site.” Drouot sounds mildly concerned. “They left when you did.”

…

…

He remembers now. They’d split for one of the construction projects and he’d headed to Chinatown. Joker is still dead. No roaches. Drouot probably can’t shrug off a hand grenade, and certainly not with that kind of damage.

Motherfucking Crane.

“That’s right.” Thank God for the modulator. It hides the shake in his voice. “It’s been a long night.”

“Mm.” Drouot takes a drink from his water bottle. “You up to looking at the drill?”

On one hand, no. He wants to go to bed. On the other hand, he both needs to look at it and doubts he’ll sleep anyway.

“Yeah.”

It’s Scarecrow’s fault. He knows it is. But he has to check.

“Deathstroke didn’t drop by, did he?”

“No, should he have?”

Oh thank God.

“No. Just making sure.” He rolls his shoulders and inwardly winces at the crackle. “I don’t completely trust him.”

“Then why is he here?” Drouot complains. “He’s a dick!”

That he is, but Jason’s pretty sure Scarecrow’s a bigger one. Pretty sure.

“Contingency, Drouot. He’s a damn good contingency.”

“F’you say so, boss. But he’s still a dick.” Drouot frowns and squashes a scurrying cockroach under his boot. “I think we oughta spray again. These fuckers are everywhere.”

“Tomorrow.” Jason looks at the horde climbing the wall again and wonders if they’re real or not. “Tomorrow we’ll get on that.”

THE END

[the-heaminator]

Dude trust me there is something wrong with that green-eyed bastard

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day 1: Witches, i had fun writing this an wrote this in about an hour and a half so idk what goes on in it but its fun, ps, search up what a brexit tackle is.

Alfred had always found Arthur strange, he never knew why; he was just wrong.

Wrong as in half a degree off a right angle. Alfred could feel him staring sometimes, eyes too green, too large, too bright boring into his skull like he was drilling holes. No one really understood why he was unnerved, because for all intents and purposes Arthur was a model student, deputy head boy, got some of the highest grades in the year, and never really got into trouble. 

He wasn’t someone anyone would consider dangerous, he wasn’t one of those lads who carried knives or sold vapes, even tucked in his shirt and was unlikely to show up with skid marks on his trousers after brexit-tackling someone in the muddy fucking field.

But to Alfred, there was something wrong, and he had the sinking, deeply sinking feeling that Arthur knew about his fears. Why else would he stare at him like that? Otherwise, he was almost mild-mannered, not the type to stare, and most definitely not the type to stare like that.

Not that Alfred could tell you what that meant, kind of like he was undressing you, but not peeling you of your clothes, noo, that would be too normal, Alfred swore he was being stared at like he was planning on removing his skin. Alfred very much did not enjoy that.

He told Matt, his brother, his confidant, his idiot in arms while walking back from school, of his suspicions, and Matt just laughed him off, come on, no way was he scared of Arthur fucking Kirkland, Matt was in his maths set and genuinely there was no need to be afraid of him. 

“Those eyes dude!”

“They’re just green, it's not that deep bro, chill out.”

“Nah, nah, Antonio’s eyes are green, this fucker is staring into my soul like he wants to peel my skin off.”

“Look at you, being all dramatic, you really should have taken drama.”  Matt had such a shit-eating grin on his face that Alfred really wanted to tackle him right then and there.

“Oh for the love of god Matt stop being an asshole” He knew damn well that asking Matt not be an asshole to him was asking the sun to rise in the west and for fish to climb trees, but god fucking dammit why didn’t Matt believe him!

“Oh come on, I believed you when you said you saw Natalya skinning a crow behind the English block, trust me here, there is something wrong with that man.”

“Natalya was a special case, tell me you don’t think her ass would do that. She barks at dogs dude, you’d be insane not to believe me. But Arthur has done absolutely jackshit to you, or anyone else, so what gives.”

“What gives is that I swear that man is trying to peel my skin off with his eyes and I Do Not Fucking Like That.”

“Alfred.”

“Matt.”

No one said anything for a while, mostly because they were staring at each other, Alfred having to crane his neck up just a little to meet Matt’s eyes, neither willing the other to say anything, and also they were blocking the pavement so they had to get a move on.

“Fine, but I swear if nothing happens I will steal all your lunch for a week.”

“Come on, that's a bit much!”

“Put it this way, if you really think there's something up with that bastard then you’d be happy to take this.”

“You bastard. ” but they shook on it anyway. Matt probably wouldn’t steal his lunch. Probably. Hopefully. Besides, Arthur definitely had something up with him, Matt would see it, just watch. Perceive him. Really perceive him, and he will reveal his true fucked up colours. Just you wait.

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“That bloody fatass is perceiving me.” Why the fuck had Alfred of all people decided to perceive hi, that man wa sa blabbermouth if he’d ever met one and he’d already probably blabbed to half the school that something was off about him.

Lukas raised his eyebrows, right, what had gotten into Arthur this time. He never really got perceived, it was Vlad’s job to get accidentally perceived, but he was used to it and could always play it off as a joke to the point that him being slightly off-putting was part of his entire vibe.

But Arthur? Arthur hadn't been perceived properly since the Great war??? The fuck??? He was practically a model student too. Damn the whole dying of whatever the fuck (causes of death had grown far more boring in the past decades) and having to grow up again and again and again. The fact that they always had to die on the same day was stupid too. But who were they to question a fucked up spell.

Lukas for one was enjoying this, Arthur had broken his streak of not being perceived, Lukas was last properly seen in the late 90s. Matthias. Wonder what he was doing now. Anyways, spill the fucking tea.

What tea was there to spill! Alfred was looking at him like he knew something was wrong, he'd flinched when Arthur looked at him like it burned him, meant he wasn't being purely perceived but Alfred had an idea. And the boy had an overactive imagination, this was both good and bad.

For one, being known for an overactive imagination meant that no one would believe him, so him being a blabbermouth wouldn't be much of a problem there, but that also meant it was easier for him to perceive the lot of them.

Right. What should they do about it.

“Flirt with him.”

“Lukas no.”

“Why not, have fun with him, fuck him up.”.

“You're a bastard, you know that Lukas.”

“Renowned in 4 countries for it. Yes”

“I am not going to flirt with him.”

“I dunno. Kill him.”

Vlad just burst in, covered in mud. What the fuck had he been doing “Who are we killing!” He sounded far too bright given the subject content.

“We are not killing anyone, Vlad.”

It was rare for Lukas to smile, let alone snigger, “The fuck happened why is the snow prince giggling?”

“I am not the snow prince, if I was I wouldn’t be dealing with you dinguses.” He was laid down on Arthur’s bed, hanging off it upside down, “But anyways, Artie over here is being perceived.”

“Oooh, broke his streak did he?”

“Oh shut up Vlad, you are constantly perceived.” 

“Hey, not like I try to hide it anyway! But you, Mr Kirkland, have been perceived.”

“I still vote to kill him. Or fuck him.”

Vlad stared at him “Why is that your answer to everything Lukas.”

“It works.”

“RIGHT, Lukas, shut up, Vlad, why are you covered in mud, Bess, get your fluffy ass here right now.” Bess, short for Elizabeth, was Arthur’s little familiar, wasn’t a sleek black cat, noooo, it was a dumb idiot ginger who was far too fat for her own good and could probably wake satan with her screams if he even dared to shit without her present.

He tied a note to her foot, and told her, his fucking idiot cat, staring at her in the eye “Give this to Alfred F Jones, make him respond, then come back. Okay.” Bess went out the window and Arthur mildly hoped that she wouldn't do something stupid, a wasted thought, she would anyways, but it was good to dream no?

“I still vote on killing him.”

“ SHUT UP LUKAS!”

[bijouxcarys]

Ties That Bind {CHAPTER SIXTEEN TEASER}

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It was startling, the ease in which she slipped perfectly into this cold detachment she’d learned so well from her father. Masking revulsion through every laugh, grin, snarl, lick of the lips from the men that surrounded her. 

Another sip of vodka, another chance to chase away the sick feeling in her chest with the burn. Catching Boris’ eye, he gave her a nod of approval, validation, dare she say satisfaction. He hadn’t noticed the way Andrei or Mr. Ovechkin touched her, though even if he did, he wouldn’t have cared much. As long as she played her role, Boris was satisfied.

“Natalka, dorogoy,” Dimitri called out. He was watching her again. “Come sit with us.”

“Of course, Papa,” she instantly obliged, walking over to the group with the grace and poise that had been drilled into her head since the age of 5.

As she sat on a cushioned chair arm of which Dimitri rested, one leg crossed over the other and her drink hanging delicately between her fingers, the mundane conversations around her were quick to blur out. It was nothing more than incoherent murmurs to Nate as her mind drifted elsewhere.

And, of course, that elsewhere always seemed to be Roman lately.

The image of him standing taller than most of these men, defiant, and oh-so-arrogant, flashed before her eyes. Their last parting left an impression on Nate; the unfamiliar warmth in his eyes as he gently mocked the very situation she found herself in now. How he seemed to just… understand that she was acting in almost every aspect of her life.

Every aspect apart from the one that involved him.

Not once in the entire time she’d been ‘working’ with Roman had she felt the need to be someone she wasn’t. Has she been stressed? Sure—Roman Reigns wasn’t exactly a zen figure. But did she ever find herself acting in a way that felt unnatural to her? Did she feel like one wrong word could end her life? Did she have Boris Sokolov breathing down her neck, telling her how good it’ll be to finally share a bed with her? 

Did she have her father burning holes through her skull every time she got up to go somewhere?

The answer was quite simple. But the simplest of answers seldom possess simple explanations.

And Nate couldn’t explain to herself why she missed Roman Reigns.

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pairing — daniel larusso x johnny lawrence

warnings — vaginal sex, marathon sex, slight breeding kink, bottom johnny, top Daniel, boy pussy, oral sex, slight tit sucking, I think that's it

prompt — reward sex/marathon sex

season — TKK III

"D-Ah! Fucking-mmmh- hell, Daniel! F—uhck!" Johnny threw his head back, blue eyes rolling behind his skull, fingernails digging into the tan sweaty skin, hips hitting against his, balls slapping against his ass, his pussy gushing more and more with his boyfriends dick drilled and hit his perfect spot

Daniel let out a growl, face buried between the blondes neck, sucking and bitting hickeys, hands were under Johnny's knee pushing them almost to Johnny's head, "so fucking good, I won't stop, ah-shit! Squeezing me so fucking tight baby,"

Johnny let out a whimper, nails turning tan skin red, he held onto Daniel for dear life, he was getting fucked out of his mind, and he loved it, drool escaped the corner of his mouth, as 'ah-ah-ah!' came out of his wet and bruised lips.

Johnny was kinda thankful for the tournament against Mike Barnes and Terry Silver, winning against those two who had filled Daniel's veins with adrenaline, after they dropped Mr. Miyagi off at his home, Daniel had sped off to their tiny apartment.

Johnny had a hard time trying to open the door as Daniel slobbered his mouth and neck, being pinned to the wall, pants and underwear being ripped off his body, Daniel had gone feral with him, getting on his knees and dipping into his pussy, moaning and whispering to it.

All Johnny could do was lift a leg onto Daniel's shoulder and moan like a crazy bitch in a porno, pale hands digging into the black hair and pushing the chubby face deeper into his gushing pussy, with a suck on his clit, tongue and two fingers in his hole, he'd came with a high pitch whine, and slumped against the wall.

Johnny knew it wasn't over, and he was right, cause soon enough, he was somehow lifted up by his tiny boyfriend and taken to their shared bedroom, being thrown on the grey sheets, Daniel started to take his white gi off, while Johnny took his shirt off.

He was still sensitive from his last orgasm but Daniel didn't care, getting on the bed on his knees, grabbing Johnny by under his knees and lifting him up, face to pussy level, Johnny wanted to know where his sudden strength came from, but it was quickly ignored as soon Daniel started to eat

He licked, sucked, moaned, and praised, grunting into Johnny's sensitive wet core, "So good, so good for me right baby? You like be treating you like a toy" he mumbled mouth licking up the juices.

Daniel had made Johnny come three six times, three by eating his pussy like it was homemade Mac an' cheese, and other three when he rammed his dick so deep into the blonde and bent him like a folding chair.

Daniel had come three times, one by burying his face between Johnny's wet lips, one by entering his thick cock into Johnny's hole, feeling how tight and warm it was made him come in an instant, the third was when he was sucking on Johnny's tits and rubbing his dick against the blondes pussy, coating it up with its juice before he entered raw.

"Daniel! Baby! Ugh—please ah! faster—oh fuck!" Johnny's voice squeaked feeling himself quiver and squirt around Daniel's thick cock, the other boys didn't stop, biting his lip and whimpering, eyebrows knitted together, his baby brown eyes were closed

The blonde knew those whimper, he knew that face, Daniel was close, he was going to come inside Johnny's pussy, maybe he could get pregnant, having his cock keeping the cum inside his womb, keeping him plugged up with come.

The thought alone made Johnny squeeze down on Daniel's twitching dick, "fuck! Oh—johnny! Ha...close, so fucking close, keeping s-squeezing me like that! Ugh fuck"

Daniel whined, his thrust starting to speed faster, but got sloppier when Johnny's pussy kept its grip, "Gonna get you pregnant, you'd like that? Huh baby, mmm...big and full on my baby—oh god Johnny" the brunette moaned loudly, coming inside of Johnny, keeping himself inside until Johnny's walls were painted with him.

"Fuck....Jesus Daniel" gasped Johnny with a chuckle, his legs were dropped, and while still not pulling out, Daniel laid on top on Johnny with a tiny whimper, "you liked it? W-was into rough" he asked turning his head to look at a pink and sweaty blonde.

"Yeah...Wanna pull out? Or are we sleeping like this?" He joked smirking down at his boyfriend, who whined, and slowly pulled out, Johnny's mouth went agape, feeling how something so big and thick had stretched him out and made him feel so full, and now he felt empty.

"Imma be right back" Daniel whispered, slowly getting out of bed, and to their bathroom, coming back with a wet rag in his hands, and cleaning Johnny's thighs, being careful to not touch the overstimulated clit.

"Liked you reward" Johnny yawned, hissing a bit as Daniel cleaned his come, "I loved it I think that might've helped me win against Barnes"Daniel chuckled, before going out of their bathroom and coming back with two water bottles and some Advil.

"For the pain in the morning" he whispered passing Johnny the water and pills, the blonde took them with a smile taking them and downing the water, "Never thought your little body could've lifted me up like that" he joked, Daniel rolled his eyes throwing a shirt at the blonde.

"Sleep?" Johnny asked as he pulled the shirt over his head, it was big enough to cover his privates, plus wasn't the first time he went commando in bed, Daniel grabbed some boxers and a shirt, laying down next to the blonde.

"Sleep, were going to Mr. Miyagi's tomorrow....we need to change the sheets first in the morning.....goodnight, we should have sex like that more" Daniel kissed Johnny's forehead, cuddling against his giant.

Johnny hummed, arms around his waist, blue and brown eyes slowly closed and drifted off to sleep. Daniel was kinda right, they should have sex like that more.

A/N— so I gave Johnny that gorilla grip pussy, because why not, first time writing smut so I'm it might not make sense 😭 honestly context? Daniel still had that extra energy after the tournament and used it to fuck Johnny into thinking of getting pregnant.

[jebi-won]

12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS ── special: christmas party

the morning of christmas you was woken up by yujin screaming “it’s christmas everybody, wake up!” there layed there in you bed groaning as the screaming became louder and louder once he entered her room “get out, i’m trying to sleep” you groaned as yujin was pulling on your duvet sheets.

“mom and dad won’t wake up, so i’m waking you up to open presents with me” he explained. “just give me five more minutes” he groaned as he replied with “fine” the five minutes had passed by once you were awakened by yujin and your parents right beside him.

“i’m up and ready, we can go open them” you yawned as you stumbled out of bed. yujin was cheering along the way downstairs since he wanted to see if his expensive christmas wishlist came true. the smiles on your family's face made christmas even better, once everyone was done unwrapping gifts yujin wanted to get used to his new ps5 and nintendo.

so you decided to help him by playing a couple of games with him, but at the end of it you were kicked out of his room since you were making him lose. you spent your time freshening up before going down to help your parents with some cooking. even though you were leaving later on they were going to a christmas party of their own.

afterwards you decided to get all ready for the party by choosing a different outfit and dolling yourself up. you were almost finished when your mom decided to barge into your room. you jumped in surprise and said “”mom please knock before coming in, what if i was naked?” she replied with “i’m so sorry sweetheart, just wanted to tell you that me and your dad are leaving. so watch your brother once your at your destination” you replied with “i got it mom”

you said your goodbyes and made your way to yujins room to make sure he was finished getting ready. once the both of you were done you guys headed out to your car “if i see you and sunghoon making out, i’m gonna barf and call mom” yujin teased as you were getting the car started, you rolled your eyes in response while backing out of your driveway.

you pulled up to their apartments and make your way to the front door, you guys wait near the door where sunoo opened the door for you guys. “hi guys, come in” he greeted them with a big smile and small wave.

once you stepped foot in the house yujin made a beeline to the kitchen once he smelt the food. yunjin and wonyoung noticed you and called you over, there you saw them laughing with jay, jake, beomgyu, and sunghoon. it was quite awkward since your ex and your “future boyfriend” were staring hard at you, felt like holes were being drilled in your skull.

you took a seat and just decided to have fun and to just not pay attention to the weird tension going on in the room. a few hours passed and you were just laughing when beomgyu decided to walk up to you, you noticed his friends in the background just sighing and shaking their heads.

“can i speak to you?” beomgyu asked while nervously biting his lips. “Sure..” you replied while shrugging. he grabbed your wrist and brought you to a random bedroom “let me tell you something and don’t take this the wrong way” he paused for a moment. you looked up at him for him to continue “i don’t think sunghoon is the right person for you” he continued.

“who are you to decide who’s right for me?” you angrily replied “you broke up with me first so why are you so worried about who i date?” you yelled “calm down, i’m just trying to protect you and get someone better” he annoyingly replied “do you think you’re better for me?” you asked while trying to calm yourself down. beomgyu didn’t reply so you repeat yourself one more time.

“i’m not going to ask you again beomgyu. do you, choi beomgyu, think you are better for me?” he looked away for a moment and quietly murmured “yes” you looked around baffled that the guy who had broken your heart is here saying that he’s better for you “you lead me on saying that you were in love with me, you break up with me, and now that i’ve found someone that treats me better you want me back?” you shouted.

you don’t even care if the others had heard your loud screaming, you just couldn’t stand hearing the words come out of the man in front of you. “come and talk to me once you’re not acting like a stupid asshole” you shouted as you stormed out of the room. once you had entered the main living room you were bombarded with stares and questions.

you told them that everything was fine and tried your best to ignore what happened. you were sitting there frowning until sunghoon came up to you, once you saw him you frown had grown into a smile.

“i don’t mean to interrupt you, but i have a little gift for you” he told you “ooh, what’s the gift” you giggled as he grabbed ahold of your hand and took you outside. “i’ve been keeping this as a secret and i think today is the perfect time to tell you” he said as he nervously scratched his neck. he gave you a gift that made your heart melt with happiness and joy “i’ve liked you for a long time now and i don’t know if you feel the same way too. i love your humor, the way you can make anyone laugh with anytype of jokes you say. the way your eyes shine whenever you're around people you love or around the things that bring you the most happiness in life. i wanna be one of those people who brings you that much happiness, so if you would allow me to. would you like to be my girlfriend?” he continued.

you stood there shocked after finding out the man that you have a crush on likes you back, he sighed after noticing that you weren’t moving or saying anything. after coming out of a state of shock you smiled and shouted “yes, i would love to be your girlfriend.” sunghoon smiled as he pulled you in a tight hug and asked if he could steal a kiss.

you responded with a big yes and before you could finish he softly kissed your lips, you guys stayed there for a while before you heard a bunch of sounds. you behind to see your friends awwing, gagging, and etc. you two laughed and made your way back inside while holding hands.

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[tachimichishrine]

Please I am begging, I can’t get over just how perfect Tachihara would be with the whole ghost face trend. Please please please

<what. what if I told you I wholeheartedly agree. throws my headcanons and love at you>

"scream for me"

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tachihara michizou x fem! reader {ghostface trend} hcs

warnings: nsfw ; kitchen sex ; knife play ; intended lowercase ; cursing; unedited so unedited i wrote this half asleep thinking abt being pussy drunk on tachi pls forgive me

manz is a SPY. he's done undercover work and wears a disguise 24/7 (his disguise is a goddamn bandaid but he's hot so we let it slide) he adores getting dressed up

I think he'd be really bad at taking it serious though

100% he gets very childish about things like birthdays, holidays, halloween bc he didn't get that kind of experience with his family when he was younger (womp womp :/)

the hunting dogs obviously don't have anything to do with halloween so imagine his surprise when he caught the port mafia hq covered in spider webs and blood.

the blood was likely real

elise was the one who insisted on it, and if she insists, everyone is wearing cat ears and fake vampire fangs.

chuuya was a vampire the dude definitely had practice

he was definitely in the spooky scary spirit when he had his head on your lap, one hand sliding under and up between your thighs like a pillow and watching scream

i KNOW he felt just the teeny tiniest insecurity when you started calling certain scenes really hot but he tried, really hard, to ignore it.

got a little too comfortable and sleepy when you starting running your fingers through his hair and found himself letting out a yelp at the stupidest jumpscares

you teased him for it all night

"do you think I'd survive in one of those horror movies?" you asked later that night, curled up in bed.

"your dumbass would probably trip and kill yourself on a kitchen knife while making breakfast."

"well, fuck you."

"only if you insist" said with his trademark grin.

you got him back by playing into his jumpiness and hiding around every corner, even when you're on missions

you sprung out with a dramatic ghost-like scream (holding back laughter) on one important mission and the man almost shot you

like he pulled the trigger and everything and had to use his ability to keep the bullet from drilling a hole in your stupid skull.

you toned down the pranks after that.

however, it did give him an idea.

he started using his ability to set up the mood for payback by making metal doors creak or scraping chair legs on the ground slowly

a chill physically ran up your spine when you were walking hand in hand and the front door of an empty "for sale" store slammed open, then shut.

maybe he liked it a little how you squeezed his hand when he did that

maybe he liked it a little when you punched him on the shoulder as you realized it was just his antics

but he sure as hell liked it when you roughly smacked his naked ass and shoved his face into the sheets later that night to teach him a lesson

you liked his screams more like that anyways

tachihara was nowhere to be found after you disappeared into the shower trying to wash off all the smeared cum he'd left on your body. you already thought it was strange that he didn't join you even when you offered, but it was even weirder when you came out in nothing but a towel, and the bed was empty.

"michi, I know you're tryin' to be cute or whatever and scare me, but you're not very subtle about it," you giggled, ditching the underwear to just put on some shorts and one of his shirts. your body bounced onto the mattress that was still warm from your bodies, still smelling like sex and gunpowder. the covers were thrown over you and snuggled into and you waited patiently.

it was amusing, at first.

it was annoying after 10 minutes.

you'd gone on your phone, scrolling listlessly to pass the time while you waited for him to finish up whatever stupid prank he was planning so you could get back to sleep, but a whole half hour had passed and it was beginning to feel a little wrong. you weren't worried (he kicked your ass in training too many times for you not to know how strong he was), but sure as hell curious as to what was going on. it was the spooky season, after all, and there was no harm in indulging a little bit; you dialed his number and heard it ring from somewhere in the apartment.

he was really trying to set it up for you, huh? cute. you figured you'd play along.

the phone was vibrating from the kitchen counter, and you picked it cautiously, glancing around you to find out from where your boyfriend was inevitably going to try to jump at you. you heard a chair move, and your eyes darted to look over in that direction out of instinct.

of course a hand clasped around your mouth and another pulled your waist backwards. you bit his gloved hand playfully to get him to let you go and just giggled, shoving your hips back onto him teasingly and trying to flip around to get a look at him.

your entire body got slammed onto the kitchen counter, hair pulled back in one harsh movement

oh fuck.

you didn't think you'd be bent over so fast, his hips already grinding into your ass while the thin, cheap plastic of his mask rubbed against your cheek, his husky voice laying out every lewd thing you both knew you were thinking. from the way his body was leaning onto you, you guessed that he was shirtless and wearing just about the tightest, low-cut pants known to man being held up by a belt (there was definitely a thick belt; you felt the buckle poke into your lower back every time he'd grind too hard)

"michzou..." you didn't have any problems with what he was doing, but loose fingers were touching your body all over and the thin shorts you'd thrown on previously without a second thought were soaking with every word he'd rasp out. "michi, stop playin' around, I-"

it seems your simple ask got you manhandled again, and both gloved hands were now on your thighs, lifting you up to sit you down on the counter so he could rub against you from the front. it was hard to take it seriously and you let out a giggle when you watched him loom over you with the ghostface mask on, trying to be serious. your fingers went to dig into his shoulders as your hips rolled, back arched trying to feel him better.

he sighed, groaning and trying to slip off the mask when he realized it wasn't having the effect he wanted, but you flicked it back on.

"just because I'm laughing doesn't mean I don't think this is fuckin' hot," you reassured him, ironically chuckling again, and this spurred him to grab your hands and pin them above your head on the cabinets above.

"can't believe you liked gettin' fucked by a masked man this much." his voice was deeper than it usually was but god did it get you throbbing. your legs wrapped around his hips, trying to regain control without your hands.

you quipped back with a sly grin. "would be better if you actually fucked me."

shit, you knew just what to say to get him riled up. he let your hands go to pull off your useless shorts which already had splotches of your arousal, and you seized the opportunity to unbuckle his belt, slide your fist into his pants and pull him out.

getting fucked senseless by your masked boyfriend on the kitchen counter at 3 in the morning was not on your schedule for halloween.

"you know," you mused, your pace slowing once the build up had passed but still rocking yourself on him, "usually the victims try to fight back."

"the fuck does that me-"

the cold metal of a knife poked and teased the exposed skin on his neck, and you felt a little irritated you couldn't see his shock through the mask. "c'mon, you've had your fun, baby, it's my turn."

he wanted to play the part, he really did, but before he could try to resist you had him gently sliced into streaks of red, teeth marks coating his body and his tongue gagging on blood-stained fingers from under the mask. your legs were still secured around his hips, fucking into him slowly and deeply, and every guttural groan that echoed out in the hollow apartment was good enough to keep you going while his body tensed up with rigid muscles and heavy breaths.

he couldn't take it anymore once the searing sting of you smearing his blood on his skin mixed in with the pleasure of dragging against your tightly clenched walls, and he murmured a curse before discarding the mask, messily kissing you with groaning lips buried into your neck once he finally got enough air to pant your name.

ah, the dumbass. he really tried to get you to play along but it was hard when you had him under your thumb. maybe next year, he'd try again.

[boyswillbedogz]

Could you tell me about the History of Lobotomies ?

((Did I spell that right ?))

you did also WAHOOO YAYAYAYAYYAYAYAY OKAY SO BASICALLY

oh also upfront warning for gore and gross medical shit. like. unsexy mad scientist type unethical science ykyk

BUT ANYWAY

so there was this guy named phineas gage who survived an incident where a massive iron rod went into his cheek, pierced through brain via his eye socket, and emerged from the top of his skull. he lost hella brain matter in this incident. BUT HE DIDNT DIE. his personality was fundamentally altered though. he went back to work after like 20 weeks and despite being previously very well liked he was almost immediately fired for suddenly being a dickhead.

THIS WAS FASCINATING for science at the time cause this guy survived like a whiiile (tho he later died from an epileptic seizure that was def related to the injury). and he was missing a MASSIVE CHUNK of his prefrontal cortex. also fascinating cause his personality was so drastically altered from this injury!!!

at the time nobody had any fucking idea how mental illness worked and the mentally ill would be locked into insane asylums where theyd be kept until they either died or got magically better!

until this fucking gUY, dr. moniz was like HEY what if mental illness is because the prefrontal cortex had bad connections n if we scramble those connections it effectively forces the brain to make better ones, curing the illness.

he tested this procedure on chimps with success and soon moved on to people with. well. debatable success???

he got rid of the mental illness he just also got rid of major parts of their personalities and lives. most lobotomy patients turned into epeleptic zombies.

so then he stopped doing lobotomies. BUT YOU KNOW WHO DIDNT

walteR FUCKING FREEMAN. HE DID LIKE 20K LOBOTOMIES.

so previously the lobotomy was performed by

drilling a hole into the side of the skull with a tool called a leucotome

slicing through some brain matter

injecting pure alcohol into the hole

this was actually a leucotomy not a lobotomy. WALTER FREEMAN DID LOBOTOMIES. BASICALLY

he stuck an ice pick up into your eyesocket through the eyelid.

once he reached the roof of the eye socket hed push through into the thin bone by tapping the end of the icepick with a mallet

this let him up into your brain where hed "wiggle it around a bit" to sever brain tisuse and then pull out the icepick and send you on your fucking way

also anesthesia was quite civilized by now but he didnt wanna do that cause it would be tedious to get an anesthesiologist on site so instead he just fucking shocks you til you pass out. :D

hed go around in a van from asylum to an asylum giving out lobotomies like candy it was bananas wild crazy bonkers.

around 500 people died on the operating table, probably twice that died from later complications.

the main problems with the lobotomy were

relapses. he would sometimes perform THREE LOBOTOMIES ON THE SAME PERSON.

turning people into zombies

seizures

eyes hemmoraging if the icepick slipped

problems problems problems

lots of gay man coming in for lobotomies to change their sexualities, people getting lobotomies for stupid ass reasons, husbands sending children or wives to get lobotomies, it was a hot fucking mess.

eventually his medical license was revoked cause he was performing his 3rd lobotomy on a woman who died on the operating table due to a seizure.

take all this with a massive grain of salt this id all from memory and my source is like the 50 youtube video essays ive watched on the topic

[fishandmenthol]

Childish

Summary: Daisuke grows increasingly annoyed with being the youngest. But at the same time, he knew why they treated him like they did.

CWs: Implied SA if you know the story of Mouthwashing This one's a little lighter than Baby Bird

Kid.

Kid kid kid kid kid.

Some days on the Tulpar it felt like that was just his name. Kid, brat, once Jimmy had even let loose a 'runt' and it took everything in Daisuke's power not to throw something at him for that one. To an extent it's not like he could particularly blame the rest of the crew for it…at first. He was the youngest, sitting at a whopping 19 years old up against the second youngest- the 28 year old Anya; a 'spoiled intern' who got on this garbage can of a space freighter through being a nepo baby.

That thought kind of made his skin crawl, the more he thought about it. This wasn't his first choice either, and at the first sign of annoyance he'd ever seen out of Swansea he had wanted to shout at the older fellow 'I'm just as annoyed as you are, but if I show it I'll be the problem!' So he kept his lips zipped and laughed it all off. "Yeah I guess I'm just a little clumsy!" he'd say when Swansea got on his rants about 'dumbass kids not knowing their ass from a hole in the ground these days', letting him vent his frustrations as Daisuke tried to let it go in one ear and out the other. He had to after all, Swansea was his boss and if there was anything his parents had drilled into his skull it was that you never EVER disrespected your boss.

The Captain also very obviously saw him as a dumb kid, but on the plus side he was nicer about it. Curly had this habit of switching rapidly between talking to Daisuke like an adult and talking to him like a child. When Daisuke would get up in the morning, he'd find the Captain standing by the kitchen counter, rummaging through their breakfast options. They'd chat then, small talk like coworkers around a water pitcher. Occasionally Daisuke would ramble about something in his video game and Curly would laugh- the biggest surprise ever in Daisuke's opinion was that the captain knew enough about Pokémon to have a favorite one. Other times they'd talk about plans when they land back on Earth or solemnly discuss home situations. It was almost whiplash some days and while Daisuke still appreciated Curly's company, there was that cold feeling of being outcast in his gut, like even if Curly had been the one to vouch for his inclusion, no one on the ship had seen a reason for an intern.

Jimmy…..he didn't know what to think of Jimmy. Of course he trusted the co-pilot, but he had a feeling if they weren't on this ship, if Jimmy was just some dude he'd met out in society, they'd probably have butted heads more than once. Daisuke knew Jimmy didn't respect him as far as he could throw him, and Daisuke had to agree he felt the same way. He trusted Jimmy, it didn't mean he had to like the guy. Even so, every time Jimmy would throw some insult his way about being from a rich family (They weren't even rich, Daisuke had wanted to say; well off yes, but not in a rich way) Daisuke would, as usual, just laugh it off. Once he had quipped back about Jimmy's condo back home being a cardboard box, and that must had hit a nerve because the co-pilot had huffed and stormed out….Daisuke was proud of himself for that one, even if it was a low hanging fruit. Jimmy cut back on the 'kid' insults after that, at least for a bit.

And then there was Anya, who he probably held the strangest opinion of. She was no different from the other three in that she did sometimes call out the fact that in her eyes he was a kid. But the way she did it wasn't so…insulting? They cracked jokes, she'd insult his height and he'd call her old, she'd call him a toddler and he'd throw a wadded up piece of paper at her- these antics started quite a few months in to the journey of course, but once Daisuke had learned Anya had a younger brother who was close to his age, all mercy was off the table when it came to his antics. And he knew, really, that it was exemplifying what everyone thought. On slow days they'd doodle on note pads, the best attempts living on the med bay corkboard, and Daisuke really didn't help his case with the birth of Yimpy drawn out of anger the day Jimmy had first made the nepo baby comment. But for all the times Anya made jokes about him being the kid, it never felt mean spirited. It felt endeared at worst.

That's why when, a few more months into their journey when the air became tense in the Tulpar with something Daisuke couldn't quite place, he had practically stormed into the office with a board game tucked under his arm. Game night was a staple of their friendship and morale in this floating hunk of space garbage, and for the past two weeks Anya had skipped. And as competitive as she got even with eight losses on her belt, that was the first crimson flag something was wrong. Her avoidance of game night was only one of many- the past months she had started getting withdrawn, quiet, rarely spoke unless spoken to. 'Kid, Brat, Runt' still flew at Daisuke from every other direction, but in the past months there was nothing from Anya. Their doodle sessions stopped, game night was a bust, and he couldn't remember the last time he had sailed a paper airplane at the back of her head…much less had one sailed back at him with a bloodlust for one of his eyes.

It was wrong, it was concerning, it was….well, it made him uncomfortable. The days of work still droned, but there was none of the levity of her companionship and he wanted to get to the bottom of the sudden change. So there he was, slapping the boxed up board game on her desk and earning a small sharp squeak of surprise from the nurse. "Daisuke what are you doing?" she asked, looking up from a stack of papers.

"Play with me." Daisuke said, all too aware he was probably sounding like a spoiled kid ('And you wonder why they see you that way?' '-No shut up I'm trying to help Anya.') "You've been busy, y'know? And all work and no play makes Anya a dull...uhhh..." he stopped as he noticed Anya's expression. It was somewhere between annoyance and something Daisuke couldn't make out that looked almost like fear. She held her pen in her right hand, knuckles a little white as she clicked it, her other hand holding onto her wrist. It was like she never relaxed from being startled when he had dropped the box on her desk.

But she continued, probably hoping he didn't notice. "Daisuke you know I can't right now. You can see the work piled up, right?" she asked, releasing her wrist and pinching the bridge of her nose. Daisuke leaned against the wall, a little guilty for interrupting her, but the strange reaction drove him further.

"I know you have work piled up, that's kinda the point I'm trying to make." he said, trying to diffuse her tension. "Jokes aside….can I be honest?" Anya made a small noise of discomfort, glancing up at him, but seemed to relax when she saw the look on his face. He smiled sweetly; he didn't want her to feel…..in trouble? Could an older adult even get in trouble with someone younger than them? "It's nothing bad, prommy." he said, flashing a peace sign to emphasize his intentions.

She relaxed more at that, sliding her work to the side so she could put her focus more on him. "I guess it's part of my job to listen to whatever you have to say." she said, a twinge of her old teasing ways back in her voice, but only ever so slightly. "Just try not to keep me too long, okay?"

"You got it, Nurse." Daisuke said with a wink as he sat back in the chair across from her desk. "So what I wanna ask…uh…" He didn't think he'd actually have the chance to get this far. How do you even word something like that? 'Hey you've been jumpy as shit did something happen?' No, too harsh. 'Hey I miss when we'd hang out what's up with that?' Too pathetic. "Are you like….okay?" he finally got out, dumbly.

It had a profound effect, however, as Anya's eyes widened for a split second before she glanced away from him, not able to meet his eyes. "What makes you ask that, Daisuke?" she asked, fidgeting again. Daisuke tilted his chair back on its hind legs, face scrunched in concern. Not a normal reaction at all, meaning she mostly like was absolutely not okay.

"You've been just….really off. You've been jumpy every time Captain or Boss man's in the room with you, and I haven't seen you and Jimmy in the same sides of the ship for weeks." Daisuke said. "That's not to mention you've even kind of….uh….been avoiding me." That came out more pathetic than he had intended it, sounding more like a kicked dog than a dignified man concerned for his friend.

"O-oh." Anya started. "I'm sorry." was all she seemed to be able to say.

"No! No no I'm not asking you to say sorry!" Daisuke rushed to reassure her. "No I'm not like…worried about it for my sake. I'm worried about you! You're always so quick to pick on someone I started worrying when I noticed you never added any new post-its to our wall!" he joked, but Anya's expression didn't lighten.

"I guess…I've just been tired is all." she began. But after a second she shook her head. "If we're being honest with each other I…" a moment of hesitation, as if she was picking her words extra carefully. "I guess it's just starting to make me nervous being the only woman on the ship." Something felt off about the statement, a voice in the back of Daisuke's mind telling him that wasn't all, but it was quickly snuffed- who was he to try to call her on a bluff only he percieved?

"I get ya…" Daisuke finally said after a moment. "Well, I hope I don't add to that." he said with a smile. "You ever feel intimidated by me, I want you to hit me with one of your text books or something! Smash me like a lady bug." he joked, finally leaning forward so his chair's feet could touch the ground. That, funny enough, seemed to get a giggle out of Anya.

"I wouldn't do that, lady bugs are cute." she said. "I could smash you like a cockroach or something, though."

"Right on, that's the spirit!" Daisuke laughed, propping his chair legs up again. Anya continued to giggle a bit, her expression softening from the tension it held when Daisuke first entered. She looked at the game box on the desk before pulling it to her, opening it up. "Oh hell yeah, you down for a round?" Daisuke asked excitedly

"Yeah, let me get the pieces out." she said, motioning with her hands for him to calm down. "While I do, I just want to say…You're actually pretty harmless to me." she pulled the board out of the box, unfolding it on her desk as she spoke. "I don't mean that bad, I promise. I know, you're a grown man- probably more so than some other men on this ship- but you seem…." she twirled her hand, as if trying to come up with the words and asking Daisuke to help her finish her thought.

"Like a little brother?" he asked with a smirk. Anya nodded, surprisingly earnestly. "You're childish, but I guess you just seem like someone I'd trust if we didn't meet here. Like we'd be classmates or something." she said, picking out her favorite blue pieces and his signature pink. "I know you're a grown man, but to me you're a kid. And in a place like this…I guess that's the best thing I can ask for right now." she finished quietly as she placed their pieces in their starting positions.

As they played, Daisuke was a bit lost in thought. Anya did see him as a kid, a younger brother, a lowerclassman, and yet none of this made him feel insulted. He thought hard about how she'd been acting lately, the flitting around the Tulpar almost as if patrolling opposite of Jimmy, how even Curly and Swansea elicited nervous reactions from her, how she had death gripped her sleeve when Daisuke himself was just a bit too loud. And in tandem he thought of how her shoulders sagged as they talked, how her smile sat softly on her face when she realized he meant no harm, how the playful gleam in her eyes returned as they marched toward the finish line of their game. How she relaxed.

"Oh! Oh shit I won!" she said with a laugh, though it missed some of the gusto it'd have had if she'd won a few weeks before. "Didn't get time to cheat, huh?"

"Oh screw you, best two out of three!"

So she saw him as a kid. He didn't care. To see her smile even if it was sad, to see her relax even if only while in the safety of her office over a stupid game…So long as she saw him as something friendly, welcoming, defanged and harmless, maybe even a reminder of the safety of home….

Daisuke didn't mind being seen as the kid if it meant Anya would feel a little less overwhelmed.

(Now if Swansea called him a brat one more time, he was gonna try to learn how to turn the gravity off. That'd show him.)

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Leo's injuries in my fic I'm making

Over 35 injuries (my boy's going through it 😞)

*All recovery times will be less than stated, due to Leo’s mutant healing factor. 

Ruptured eardrum. Will heal within 3 - 6 weeks. Take antibiotics + ear drops.

2. Scrapes on feet.

3. Bruising on tailbone + lower back. Recovery time: 4 - 6 weeks.

4. Skidded knees.

5. Bloody nose.

6. Bruised face.

7. Scratched arms, legs, hand, knees, and plastron.

8. Scraped Shell + Arms.

9. Broken Ankle (Lateral malleolus fracture). This is the most common type of ankle fracture. It is a break of the lateral malleolus, the knobby bump on the outside of the ankle (in the lower portion of the fibula). Recovery time: 8 weeks. Boot for the last 5.

10. Cuts and scrapes on the left side of the body, bruising from around there.

11. Broken ribs on his left. Recovery time: 6+ weeks.

12. Bruising surrounding said ribs.

13. Mild bruising and scratching on shoulder.

14. Black eye.

15. Dented top-middle shell. 

16. Concussion from whiplash.

17. Shell punctures from claws and surrounding cracks.

18. Broken shell. Recovery time: 1+ yrs. Drill small screws into the shell on either side of the fracture and then wrap wire around the screws, tightening the shell down almost like opposing tissue during suturing. Apply fiberglass patch and resin. Wrap with sterile gauze to help stabilize any broken shell pieces that may be present. 

19. Fractured clavicle (collarbone). Recovery time: 6 - 8 weeks. Sling. 

20. Fractured temporal skull. Recovery time: 5 - 7 weeks.

21. Broken femur (thighbone). Recovery time: 4 - 6 months.

22. Punctured lung. Recovery time: 6 - 8 weeks. 

23. Neck bruising.

24. VERY skinned knees and lower legs.

25. Back of arms + shell got cut by claws.

26. Broken humerus (upper arm bone). Recovery time: 4+ months. Needs  temporary splint extending from the shoulder to the forearm and holding the elbow bent at 90 degrees.

27. Broken scapula (shoulder blade). Recovery time: 6-12 weeks. Needs short-term immobilization along with motion exercises to prevent adhesive capsulitis, also called frozen shoulder.

28. Fractured vertebrae. Recovery time: 3+ months. Would need a brace, but with his shell, it won't happen.

29. Fractured orbital bone (eye socket). Recovery time: 3+ weeks. 

30. Pneumothorax (collapsed lung). Recovery time: 1 - 3 weeks. Needs chest tube (but how will THAT work?).

31. Bruised liver (minor). Recovery time: 1 - 2 weeks.

32. Stomach bleed. Will lead to vomiting blood, yay.

33. Fractured sternum (breast bone). Recovery time: 6 weeks. Sternal injuries can usually be treated conservatively involving rest, restrictions of activities and painkillers, or occasionally through some form of intervention including targeted physical therapy.

34. Mild brain bleed. Recovery time: 6+ months. Surgery needed to drain blood from the brain Draining the fluid that surrounds the brain creates room for the hematoma to expand without damaging brain cells. Drugs are used to control blood pressure, seizures or headaches. Burr hole surgery is the main treatment for subdural hematomas that develop a few days or weeks after a minor head injury (chronic subdural hematomas). During the procedure, one or more small holes (the size of dimes) are drilled in the skull and a flexible rubber tube is inserted to drain the hematoma. Will drain within 2 - 3 days.

35. Second degree burns on his front. Recovery time: 1 - 3 weeks. Treat with antibiotic cream and wrap if the skin is raw, if the blisters open, or if there is risk of infection.

Homeboy will also deal with some other stuff, see my other post about it.

Credit to bellflowering and her ROTTMNT injuries masterpost!

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OK

Fractured (Lost) Hamato Clan time

Lets talk about the brain worms that will be in the boys' heads for most of the story! (Mostly because I had a REALLY angsty idea and I have to inflict it on you all)

Ok so the brain worms are different that the ones that got put into Karai. These brain worms are slightly shorter but nearly twice as thick as the canon brain worms, a near pitch black with pale yellow stripes along the bodies. And unlike the canon brain worms that go through preexisting holes (ear holes, eye sockets, etc) they just drill straight through the skull and burrow themselves directly into the brain. (If these brainworms went through the turtles' eye sockets like in the show then that entire eye socket would have to be surgically repaired. These are FAT brainworms)

The most notable sign that the brain worm is in would be a change of eye color, turning the irises a pale almost watery looking yellow that glows hauntingly in the darkness.

The worms effects are also different.

Instead of acting like sleeper agents the worms are constantly on and constantly active. They dont so much cause blind obedience when Shredder gives a command but rather allowing for the turtles' personalities to remain completely intact even when following Shredder's orders.

They still ACT like themselves, only problem is that they are now completely loyal to the Shredder and will do whatever he says with smiles on their faces.

And that was exactly the intended effect.

This entire plan was created for the sole purpose of getting Splinter killed in the most devastating way possible.

Killed by his own children, the ones he held so dear.

And thats also the problem.

This entire brain worm plan was supposed to be incredibly short term as the turtles would've been ordered to kill themselves after taking Splinter's life.

So now that that little scenario hadnt happened and the turtles will be wormed for much longer than intended it will cause problems.

Like the first problem, these worms are actively DYING inside the turtles' brains. They werent made to live very long because of how unstable they were so now that they're existing far longer than intended they are approaching the end of their life spans.

The dying and eventual rotting of the brain worms will cause lots of problems, like slowly changing the turtles' behaviors. Making them more aggressive, more hostile and snappy towards literally anyone, skewing their morals and sense of judgment which will cause them to make worse and worse decisions as the story progresses.

Other side effects of the decay/rot will include memory loss, impaired coordination and mobility, headaches, nausea, rapidly increasing aggression, loss of one's self, mass organ failure...

So not a fun time.

But another effect of the brain worms dying is that their influence over the turtles is decreasing, more weak spots presenting itself and more chances to try and get the worms out.

One such weakness is causing extreme amounts of mental distress, forcing the worm to squirm around to try and stop it and making it much more vulnerable than when it was just sitting inside the brain. If one could cause a violent enough reaction the worm might come out.

There is an issue with that though.

Causing that much mental distress would already be traumatizing and horrible enough, especially since when the worm is moving around the host isnt under its control and is back to normal.

But I mentioned how the worm would be MOVING? Well the host would be able to FEEL that fat worm quickly squirming around in their BRAIN, an organ that was NEVER meant to have something inside it!

The pain will be excruciating as the worm scurries about, agony following its every step. Like you could full on feel it running across your OPTICAL NERVES levels of painful.

Add this agony on top of probably having a full blown major panic attack from the extreme mental stress that CAUSED the brain worm to boogie around in your brain like its a friday night. It will be absolute HELL.

I bring this up because that is the EXACT scenario that my angst loing brain thought up and inspired this post.

The scenario, 2012 Leo gets locked in a freezer during a fight and freaks the fuck out, triggering the brain worm to freak the fuck out.

And Splinter finds his son trying to literally BASH HIS OWN HEAD IN AGAINST THE WALL TO MAKE THE PAIN STOP.

Leo full on sobbing, hugging Splinter so tight as he BEGS for the pain to stop, for Splinter to just kill him and put him out of his misery, that he's so sorry for everything he's done and he just wants to stop.

Its gonna absolutely SHATTER Splinter's poor heart as the only thing he can do is hold Leo close, trying to soothe him as he screams until his voice gives out.

And before you ask no the healing hands wont work on removing the brain worm, in fact all it would do is heal the worm and increase its control over the turtles

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Oops?

Pairing: Friend!Loki x F!Reader

Warnings: Reader is about 15! Tony is a shitty dad, dirty talk, slight violence, people being… inappropriate (mainly men), dumb jokes and stupid nicknames, light cursing, mentions of attempted SA and attempted rape

Summary: You dad, Tony Stark, made you go to a gala with him and the other Avengers, where you get into a little trouble…

Find my other works here!

You took a sip of your apple cider, wishing you hadn’t been forced to come to this stupid party. You glare at the back of your dads head, wishing you could drill a hole into a skull. You didn’t want to be here, and last time you’d come to one, you’d gotten in so much trouble.

Spilling juice on a guest, knocking over a table full of food, and accidentally unplugging the sound system when you tripped over a cord.

Yeah, not fun being grounded for 2 weeks because of all that. “Enjoying yourself, my lady?” Loki asks, and you whirl around, the skirt of your dress flaring. You smile, shoving his shoulder before giving him a side hug.

“Why, good evening, dickhead!” you say, and Loki laughs. “Wow, you really clean up well. Look at you, all dapper and shit. Looks nice on you, Lokes.” You see Loki smile, and you cross your eyes at him, making him laugh again.

“You look very nice yourself, m’lady. I see you got a new dress.” You snort, leaning back on the counter, taking a sip out of your sparkling apple cider. “Against my will. I didn’t even wanna come. These are always so dumb, dad remembers what happened last time he dragged me to one.”

“What happened?” Natasha asks, suddenly at your other shoulder, making you screech, putting a hand to your chest. “Oh my god, don’t do that!” you say taking a deep breath.

“What happened last time?” Natasha asks again, and you groan.

“Accidentally unplugged the sound system after I tripped, flipped over a table trying to hide, and spilled my juice on a very disgruntled man who demanded that I, a 7 year old, pay to replace his suit.” you say, listing them off with your fingers. “At least, that’s what I remember. Yeah, I got grounded for 2 weeks.”

“Alright, I’m gonna go beat Tony up-“ “No!” you say, grabbing Nat’s arm before she could stalk off. “It’s fine.”

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“I’ll give you three seconds to apologize before I make you need to go to a hospital.” you say, flipping your bottle upside down and catching the neck.

“Pfft, as if I would apologize when I know that’s what you want.”

“One.”

“Oh wah, did you not expect that? Come on baby-“

“TWO.”

“I know you’ll love it, your pretty little lips wrapped around my-“

SMACK!

The sound echoes throughout the ballroom, then a dull thud as the man hits the floor. You look down at him, hitting his leg with the heel of your stilettos.

“Hahahahahaha, I’m sure everything’s fine- Y/n what did you do?” Your father asks, and you crinkle your face.

“I only gave him what he deserved, Daddy. Such a vile man shouldn’t be around children, I’m sure his wife would love to know that.” you say, raising your voice. “He tried to rape me.”

You saw the way his face fell, then anger filled his eyes with fire. “He what, honey?”

“I believe his exact words were, and I quote, ‘Come on baby, I know you’ll love it, your pretty little lips wrapped around my fat cock while I fuck your throat until you can’t speak for a week.’” You see Loki stalking towards you through the crowd, people moving out of his way, almost like the air around him was poison.

“Are you alright?” Loki asked when he reached you, looking you over. If there was so much as a scratch on his best friend, he may just end back up in the dungeons on Asgard.

“Oh no, I’m fine. But he’s probably not.” you say, and Loki looks down as you kick the man for good measure. “Didn’t know an apple cider bottle would do that much, though. Would’ve thought it’d take a few more hits to knock him out. Which would have let me beat his face in with no consequences, but oh well.”

Your last three words were higher pitched, almost like you were upset. Oh wait, you should be, this man just tried to rape you. Yes, Loki was about to commit an act of murder.

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You didn’t get in trouble, you were actually applauded for defending yourself.

You flop down on your couch back at the Tower, sitting next to Loki. You’d finally gotten out of the dress, and changed into a pair of shorts and a baggy shirt. Within seconds you were snoring.

Loki smiles, shaking his head as he went back to his book. Some things never change.

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and I’m glad I got this shit off my brain. It seems as if all I’ve done today is think of writing, but I’ve only written two things! Don’t forget to lmk if u wanna be tagged in the future! (Ignore the fact I’m being lazy I wrote this at 7 and I wanna read. tryna finish quicker)

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Baying Dogs Rewrite; A Snippet of Chapter One

Hello! I have a lil' snippet of Chapter One here! I hope you guys enjoy!

Warning: Strong language, mentions of violence

Word count: 794

Ghost adjusted the strap on his chest plate and took his assault rifle from where it rested on the bedframe.

“Dougs is already out front.” Price’s voice announced.

“Paired me with the rookie, eh?” Ghost asked, almost challengingly, as he turned around to meet the captain’s blue eyes.

“She’s 141, now. And with Shepherd ordering us to remain stationed, we need to make sure we’re as tightknit as we possibly can be.”

Ghost just stared at him, blankly.

“Try not to scare her away.” Price sighed, patting his shoulder as he walked past to his bed.

Shaking his head, Ghost headed out and down the corridor, hoping that this night would go by quickly enough.

She was exactly where Price said she would be, kicking at a small stone and watching it tumble along the concrete.

“Evening.” Ghost grumbled as he arrived at her side.

“Hiya.” She smiled nervously, shrinking a little under his intimidating gaze.

Ghost let out another heavy sigh, swinging his gun round so it was now crossed over his chest and held by both his hands. He then looked back at Dougs who hastily did the same.

“Right,” he sniffled a little as the cold nipped at him, “We take at least two sweeps of this place. When we’re doing those, you’re on the radio at all times, understood?”

“Got it, Lt.”

“Just Ghost.”

“Copy.”

“I’m sure you know the drill. Now, can you tell me the points of entrance in this place?”

Oh no… Oh no, no, no. Dougs did not sign up to be quizzed.

Ghost stared at her as her face scrunched up in an effort to hack up an answer. She wracked her brain. ‘Points’ was what he said. There were several.

Come on! She was SAS trained! What was taking her so long?!

Eventually, after almost breaking a sweat, Dougs slowly pointed to the double doors behind them.

“Yes, the main entrance is one.” Ghost pinched the bridge of his nose.

His eyes could be seen squeezing shut a little through the holes of his skull-shaped mask.

 “Are there any others?”

Dougs looked behind her, again, to the crumbling World War II era fortress.

He watched her point to the garage.

“Uh-huh. Any more?”

“There’s a back entrance.”

“Yeah.”

“Are there any more?”

“You tell me.”

She wanted to kill herself. Like, she actually wanted to kill herself. This was horrible, nay, torturous. Why did Price put her with the lieutenant?! Why?! Dougs just wanted to get this over with, maybe catch an opportunity to meet Gaz and start trying to figure out which of those bastards killed her friend! And yet, here she was, having the whole of the English countryside watch her slowly lose brain cells as Ghost asked her some simple questions.

“Does the courtyard count as a point of entrance?” She finally managed to ask.

“Suppose. Maybe. But there’s one more you’re missing.”

One more.

Dougs tapped her chin with her index finger, her tongue clicking as she thought long and hard.

This was hardly rocket science, and to someone like Ghost, glaringly obvious. However, the poor medic was way too tired and still shaken up to think straight.

“Where do we eat?”

He hoped that would point her in the right direction.

“We ate in the barracks.”

Ghost knew he couldn’t have a go at her like he normally would.

“Try not to scare her away.” Price’s voice echoed in the back of his mind.

“Let me rephrase, sunshine, where do we normally eat?”

Her eyes widened as the revelation swept over her.

“The canteen!”

“Exactly.”

“Oh my God!”

Then, another revelation swept over her.

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

She shushed him, and she thought back to where Weir’s body was. It was by the main entrance, just at the edge of the corridor leading to the part of the building that would be the dining hall. However, thanks to this place being built before the bloody Pyramids of Giza, there was no longer a functioning canteen. Instead, it was a ruin, but not entirely inaccessible.

So that could possibly mean the threat came from outside and from a part that no one would think to be wary of. Clever.

Well, that means that any doubts she previously had about the kill being unintentional could be dismissed. Someone was waiting for Weir to be alone.

It didn’t entirely rule out the fact that the culprit could be amongst 141 but at least she had an idea of how they managed to ambush someone like Weir.

No normal person would want to go through the trouble of treading over planks of wood and fallen bricks but that is exactly why someone would if they wanted to spring an ambush… like a lion waiting in the tall grass.

She turned to Ghost.

“I think we should take extra care ‘round there.”

“Why’s that?”

“I have a hunch.”