#everything is sore and shakey

[cameoutstruggling93]

I'm smiling but my body is cursing me

[dumbhungsubboy]

Mommy forcing me to grind her leg, desperate and needy, glasses fogging up from the effort I’m putting in. Getting out of breath, legs sore, shakey, thighs feel like they’re on fire. Begging her to tell me to cum, that I’m a good boy.

She finally lets me.

I finish, covering her thigh, it’s running down her leg. And she pulls a gift box from under the bed. Tells me to open it.

So I do, mommy loves to give gifts.

It’s a maid outfit. Little black skirt. Fishnets, the crotch removed.

She tells me to put it on and get to work cleaning, starting with her leg.

I go to grab a towel for mommy, but she stops me. Says I have everything I need to clean her up already, as she slides a finger into my mouth. Finger on my tongue. Giving me a look that can only mean one thing.

“I understand now mommy”

I get to work. My poor little tongue is going to be so sore.

[abbysbunny]

LOSER!SHAUNA • 📚

word count:0.5k

warnings: making out

notes: loser shauna save me....loser shauna save me...

shauna shipman was a loser, a total utter loser . yet somehow she's getting to tutor the head cheerleader, you .

she had spent a half hour deciding what she was gonna wear, she had tried on five different outfits and finally settled on baggy jeans a t shirt and a flannel, nothing too special . the drive to your house was very anxiety inducing for her, she has no idea how to talk to you . she knocked on your door with her shakey hands, you swung your open with a smile on your face, shauna looked you up and down and noticed you were wearing a jean skirt and a baby tee, she looked father down and saw white fuzzy socks

'hey shauna come in!' you beamed, she stepped into your house and followed you to your room . your room was full of posters and fairy lights, 'c'mon sit on my bed with me' you patted the seat next to you, 'uhm-uh-okay' she stuttered . 'okay so I need help with history and math, and uhm i know your really good at those things so' you said as you pulled out your school books . shauna pulled her books out with you and the study session begun

after a half hour of back to back working and reading you started to get tired and you wanted a small break, 'hey shauna' she turned her head towards your way, she pushed her glasses up and hummed, 'can we take a break? just a small one' she nodded and removed the books off her lap, 'can I do your makeup?' you proposed . 'yeah sure' she mumbled, the thought of your being close to her make her palms sweat

she sat in your chair as you straddled her lap, everything was doing good till the eyeliner, your face was inches away from hers . the thought of kissing you lingered in her mind as you continued to doll her up, you shifted in your seat making her leg twitch, you giggled at how nervous she was, you thought it was cute . 'you're so nervous shauna!' you giggled once more

your laugh made her heart sore, you were such a bright person, she looked into your eyes and sighed, you continued to fix up her eyeliner, 'do you want lipstick now?' she nodded but her eyes were fixed on your lips, 'you my want lipstick?' she mindlessly nodded hoping you meant what she thought you meant, you used your pointer and middle finger to raise her chin, 'i want a clear yes shauna'

her mouth felt dry, she smacked her lips and looked up at you, 'yes I want your lipstick' you smiled and nodded, you slowly moved your head closer to hers, your lips brushed against hers, 'you wanna kiss me?' she nodded her head, she couldn't control herself anymore, she grabbed you by the back of your head and crashes her lips against yours, she whimpered into the kiss, the feeling of your hands sliding up and down her body was euphoric

she was so touched starved just your touch was making her sweat and her cheeks flush . you trailed kisses down her neck, sucking on her skin, she was such a loser and you loved it

[prettykittycastle]

On my knees begging for teaching castiel how good sex can feel~♡🙏🙏🙏🙏

Teach Me

(The reader is gender-neutral and AFAB. The ethnicity/reader is preferably black/person of color.)

(Content Warning: Cowgirl position, blowjob, grinding, P in V, multiple orgasms, no condom, Virgin!Castiel, sub!Cas)

If anyone had told your past self that you would someday be giving an angel a blowjob, you probably would have called them crazy and to never speak to you again, but alas here you are, slowly swallowing Cas' cock, already loving the way he filled your mouth up.

"Uh-uh...(Y/N)," you heard the angel stutter in disbelief, and you looked up to see his eyes almost closed and his open mouth panting. After catching him watching the pizza man and babysitter video again on Dean's laptop, he had asked you about sex and whether it was actually good or not, curious and caught off guard by the exaggerated moaning and spanking on the video.

"Cas, sex can be amazing, but I don't know if you really need to learn about it-" Despite the heat you felt growing between your legs, you tried to reject his request as gently as you could.

"Please (Y/N). Teach me. I feel you would be a more adequate teacher than Dean. I promise I'll do everything you say." The innocent and hopeful smile he gave you made the heat grow hotter and forced you to nod your head, silently eager to finally fuck him.

Now the angel was laid back on the bed, his shirt unbuttoned and open, pants around his ankles, and covered in sweat as he moaned and whined about how warm your mouth was.

You ignored his call of your name and went back to swallowing him till you felt him hit the back of your throat.

"Oh shit," he cursed, squeezing the bed sheet tight.

The sound of the curse word coming out of the angel's mouth took you by surprise but you quickly focused back on what you were doing and lifted your head up, till only the head of his cock was laying on your tongue.

"Uhh, (Y/N)," he moaned, laying his head back.

You teased the slit in his head with your tongue and tried to hold back a grin at how he shuddered at the small action. Poor baby, you mentally cooed at him, lowering your head again, sucking and moaning around him with pleasure. Seeing his legs trembling, you decided to give him a treat and began to bob your head up and down his length, moaning at his taste.

Letting out a gasp, you felt his hand on the back of your head, lightly helping you take him all in, and you bobbed your head faster, feeling yourself become more and more wet.

"(Y/N),...(Y/N),...(Y/N)," he began chanting your name. You knew he didn't run out of breath like you, Dean, and Sam could, but you swore he sounded like he was becoming breathless. "I think...I'm,...I'm -"

Before he could finish, you pulled your mouth away and grabbed onto his cock, lightly stroking it up and down, hoping it would keep the angel satisfied, while not pushing him to finish too early.

"Please," he begged you, his gravelly voice shakey.

"Hold on," you told him, before letting go of him, and standing up from the floor, your knees sore.

You quickly undid your pants and took off your underwear, before climbing onto the bed. You placed both of your legs around his waist and took hold of his cock again, before laying it against his stomach. You were desperate to feel him inside of you, but you wanted to make sure you were wet enough to take him.

Lowering yourself, you first let your folds brush against the skin of his cock, letting out a whine that was instantly reciprocated by Cas.

"Oh my God," you moaned out, finally lowering yourself all the way down, and grinding your folds against the skin harder, covering the shaft in your growing juices. Looking down at him, you felt your pussy drip more and more onto him at how blissfully fucked-out he looked. His cerulean blue eyes were dilated and staring up at you in a mix of admiration and pleasure while his face and chest was covered in more sweat.

"Please (Y/N)," he begged again, letting go of the bed sheet and grabbing your waist with both hands. "Please (Y/N), I need-"

"Okay, Cas," you told him, grinding against him one last time before rising to position his cock at your entrance.

Holding your breath, you lowered yourself onto his cock and quickly let out a moan so loud that you were worried that Dean and Sam might wake up. It didn't help that Cas had answered your moan with a groan of his own as you lowered yourself more and more till your clitoris hit his pubic hair.

Fuck, I need to cum on this dick now, you thought, letting yourself sit for a few seconds before rising again. You could feel his cock go deep into you, and shuddered at how he stuffed not only your mouth, but your cunt as well.

"F-f-fuck," he stammered, his eyes closing in pleasure at the feel of your walls wrapped around him. "(Y/N), can I-can I move?"

"Mm-hm," you hummed, lowering your upper body and placing your hands on both sides of his head. "Yeah, Cas. Fuck me."

Tightening his grip on you, he thrusted his cock deeper into you, deeper than you thought he would go, and you moaned loudly again, but this time, close to his face.

"Are you alright," he asked, his face still showing his pleasure but also his concern.

"Yeah, I'm good, Cas. Do it again."

Following your command, he pulled some of his cock out before thrusting into you again, his mouth letting out a moan. "You're so tight."

"I know," you replied, moving your hips up and down his cock, prompting him to follow your movements.

That finally started the fucking you were waiting for. Bringing his feet onto the bed, he dug his heels into the bed, before thrusting up into you with desperation. Every thrust he made had your eyes rolling back into your head and your mouth hanging open, panting like a dog at how he felt. Every vein and inch of his cock rubbed against your walls perfectly, and you let it be known with the moans and whimpers you couldn't help but let out. The strong tight grip he had on you and the gravelly moans leaving his mouth had you cumming on his cock in no time, your juices leaking down and making a sticky mess between you two, while intense waves of pleasure spread out through your whole body.

"Oh fuck, Cas, yes," you cried out, clenching the bed sheet between your fingers.

Your cries of pleasure spurred the angel on to continue, fucking you harder, desperate to hear you more and to bring him closer to his own orgasm.

"It feels so good," Cas groaned out, his cock pistoning in and out of you faster.

The head of his cock hit a part of you that caused another orgasm to run through your body, this one so strong, that you couldn't help but tighten your walls around him, while more of your juices leaked out of you.

"Right there, right there," you repeated, letting go of the bed sheet and moving your hand to his hair, running your fingertips through the strands, before twisting and grabbing them harshly.

"Ah," he let out a yelp in surprise and was shocked to find that he loved it. His fast fucking quickly sped up.

He likes his hair pulled. Noted. you thought, meeting his thrusts, desperate to cum again, and milk his cock.

"Make me cum again," you told him, pulling his hair harder. "Be a good angel and make me cum."

That demand was enough for the angel, and quickly he let out a moan that was so loud that you knew Dean or Sam probably heard it. You looked down, still riding him in bliss, and watched as his eyes suddenly glowed pure white light and felt him cumming inside you. The cum was so much and filled you perfectly that you couldn't hold back the third orgasm that struck your body so hard and sudden that you couldn't hold yourself up any longer, and you let yourself drop down onto him, your head resting in his shoulder next to his.

"(Y/N)," he repeated, his voice trembling as he began to slow down his thrusts as more of his cum filled you.

"Fuck," you mumbled, exhaling loudly before lifting yourself up slowly, your body trembling from your orgasm.

"I didn't hurt you, did I," Castiel asked, laying his head back against the bed again, his eyes closing as he tried to keep his angel essence in check.

"No, you were great," you told him, laying a kiss on his cheeks, before turning and laying down on your back by his side.

You knew that at some point you and him both would have to get up and clean yourselves but for now, you enjoyed having this time to lay side by side with him, especially after the best sex you've had in a while.

"Was I good," he asked, breaking the silence that was growing between you two.

Turning your head, you saw him looking at you with wide, curious eyes that was still hazy from pleasure.

"You were amazing, Cas," you told him, smiling.

The compliment had him blushing, and you were happy one of the angel's rare smiles appeared on his face for you.

"So what do you think of sex," you asked him, turning your whole body onto your side, ignoring the stickiness between your thighs. "Do you like it?"

"I love it," he replied quickly, still blushing. His eyes ran down your body before meeting yours again, and you already knew the question that was on his mind. " Can we try it again?"

"Sure," you told him, feeling the familiar fire between your legs grow again.

"Can I...blow you?"

A laugh left your mouth at his question, mentally reminding yourself to also teach him some sexual lingo sometime, when you let your eyes travel down his body and noticed that his cock had already begun to harden again.

"Sure, Cas, you can blow me," you told him, grinning at his eagerness.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Jax and Kinger brushing the readers hair!

Was going to do the rest of the cast for this prompt but I'm stuck on mobile and I maaaaaaaaaay or may not have had a little.. moment of mine that's left me a little tired (emotionally and physically) so I'll likely get zooble and gangles part out when I can <\3 I apologize for slowing down a lot on posting, I need to admit that I haven't been feeling much like myself for the past month. Not sure if it's the seasonal depression or what; I fear that its going to start showing through my writing if it hasn't already

Random thing aside I hope you guys enjoy this; not sure how much I'll post today

JAX:

I think it might take him some time to open up to doing anything like that with you; "ew cooties" mentality + I cant speak for all but I think theres a softness about doing someone else's hair. Maybe it's the self care aspect of it and the closeness, but.. everything that jax is weird about/displaying to others. I think as long as it's just you guys he might brush your hair for you! I dont think he talks much throughout it, not much outside of slightly teasing you for any knots you have. DEFINITELY brushes a little too rough at first, probably yanks the brush through tougher knots. Gonna have to get onto him for that. Doesnt know how to braid or otherwise style hair so if you want him to do anything with it you're gonna have to teach him. Genuinely the last person you want to trust cutting your hair, youd have better luck with ragatha or even kinger.. speaking of

KINGER:

Again maybe it's the dad headcanon jumping out but I think he can save a haircut if there needs to be some snipping done. Cant explain why it feels like a dad skill because even my own dad doesnt cut hair (unless you count shaving everything off). Shakey hands, sometimes he jerks and runs the brush through a knot too fast.. I promise he doesnt mean to hurt you; he will feel so so bad if he leaves your scalp sore. I think he can do basic braids, maybe ties a small bow at the ends.. I generally see kinger as the type to collect things so he might have snagged some hair accessories, will let you look through them to see what you like! The activity eventually becomes something you both look forward to since its something you guys can both unwind with and just. Decompress. Generally seems more at ease around you, its sweet

[thebucketpail]

Wip from Danny joins the Blood Syndicate AU for you peoples.

Tw. For mentions of injury

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"Phantom? Kid, wake up."

"Wha-?" Danny woke up to Fade's face filling his vision with that stupid worried look he had all the time. The man was patting his face gently.

"You up kid?"

"M'not a fucking kid, geezer," he mumbled, shoving him away as he attempted to sit up. And, ow. Fuck everything hurt. He'd probably had at least three breaks and alot more bruising. Thank the Ancients for super healing.

Fade chuckled. "Yeah sure, whatever, kid. You good to stay here? I still need to find Mask and I don't want you dying if I look away for 10 seconds."

"Ha ha," Danny deadpanned as he wrapped his arms around his torso. "Keep your worries old man, I've already tried the dying thing, and I don't intend to go through that again anytime soon."

Danny pulled himself up by the wall, floating a bit, because he didnt really trust his still sore and shakey legs to hold his weight. Fade reached out a hand to steady him but he shrugged it off.

"I think I saw Mask go this way before the fog spread," he grunted, already moving toward where he had last seen the shapeshifter.

"Lead the way kid."

[mirror-is-distured]

"Glad I could help"

tags: needy dew, ghoul in heat [not mentioned but its there], no real sub/Dom stuff they are just in love, nipple stuff, no actual sex, handjobs

Pairing: rain and dew

Taglist: @terzosboyfriend @bluravenite @dewdroppedfps @madangel19 I think that's everyone (hopefully)

NSFW MINORS DNI

Rain peeked his head through dews door "Honeydew, what's wrong?"

He had been listening to dew whimpering and sniffling for the past hour and he couldn't take it anymore. He needed to know what was going on.

Dew was curled up on his bed, desperately grabbing at his clothes, his hair anything he could get his hands on. "Don't know..." he mumbled "hurts.."

"What hurts baby?" Rain sat down on the edge of dews bed

"Everything is so sore." Dew said, throwing his head back against his pillow "i just want it to stop"

"Mabye i could help?" Rain crawled over and traced his hands over the hem of dews shirt. He shivered at rains touch, his breath hitching softly. "You smell so sweet baby boy"

"Please rain... please touch me i need it so bad..." dews voice was shakey, "i dont... know whats happening to me.."

"Shhh honeydew i've got you" rain pulled dews shirt off and tossed it on the floor beside the bed. Dew whimpered, fucking hell why was he so sensitive right now...

"Rainy please..." dew moaned as rain leaned down to kiss his neck. It felt like he could cum just from the way that rain niped at his collarbones, dragging his forked tounge over his throat and sucking dark marks into his skin. He shuddered under rain, he knew that rain didn't mean it, but every second that rain wasn't touching exactly where he needed was agony.

Rain moved his hands down to dews chest, slowly teasing around his swolen nipples "just tell me what you need baby"

"Need... need you to.. i- i dont know i just know that i need you to t-touch me.." dew whimpered out, trying to squeeze his eyes shut to stop the tears from falling.

Rain flicked one of dews nipple rings, a pained whimper comming from the ghoul above him. "Thats ok droplet, i think i can figure it out" he cooed, dropping his head to kiss dews chest.

Dews back arched off of the bed when rain teased his tounge over one of dews nipples.

"You just wanted someone to pamper you, didn't you, baby?" Rain whispered between kissing dews chest. Dew nodded, hot tears finally rolling down his cheeks and whimpers falling out of his spit-slicked lips. "Needed t'be taken care of... havin a hard time.. feelin sore.." he mumbled between moans and sniffles

"Dont worry honeydew, ill make sure you feel all better" rain said, sliding his his hand down dews chest to the edge of his pants.

Rain stopped working at dews chest just long enough to slide his pants off, leaving him just in his soft cotton boxers. Almost nothing was left to the imagination, rain could see every vein through the thin material. A small spot of precum had appeared near the tip of dews dick and rain couldn't help but admire how beautiful dew looked like this, all flustered and sensitive. He couldn't help himself. He dove back down to dews chest, sucking one of dews nipples onto his mouth and rolling the other between his fingers

Dew slapped his hand over his mouth, desperately trying to muffle the sounds being dragged from his throat. Rain slid his hand down further to gently trace the shape or dews dick through his boxers.

"Please rainy... please" he begged through his sobs.

Rains lips were still stuck to dews chest like it was a life line. He rubbed his palm along dews twitching cock through the fabric before moving to lift up the waistband. "Fuck honeydew you are so pretty... all for me.." rain said before kissing at his chest once again. He was finally ready to give dew what he was aching for. He slid his hand down underneath dews boxers and wrapped his hand around dews slick cock, pumping his gently over it. Dew let out a loud moan. Fucking hell did he feel good...

"S'close..." dews entire body shook, it was all so much. The way that rains cool mouth kissed his chest and his hand perfectly fit over his cock, he felt like he was in hell.

Rain quickened his pace, dragging his hand over dew with such grace "take whatever you need droplet, im here to make you feel good" he mumbled against dews soft skin.

"Ffuck.. mm.. gonna cum.." the rope inside dews stomach snapped and sent a white hot shock through his whole body. "Thats it, good boy honeydew... let it all out" rain stroked dews cock one final time before dew came, spurting out over his stomach and rains hand. Rain rode him through his high, murmuring soft praises into his skin, kissing his sides before taking his hand away.

Dew panted, still shaking from his release. "S'good... rainy" he whined. "Oh my pretty boy~" rain leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips and nuzzling their noses together. "How are you feeling honeydew?"

"A lot better.. thank you rainy..." dew whispered, tilting his head to kiss rain again. "Glad i could help" rain laid down next to dew and pulled his head onto his chest. "I love you droplet"

"Mmm... love you too rainy"

[limelemonleaf]

Previous Chapter — Chapter 2/2

How did this happen, what can we do?

Pain was all Stanley could feel at the moment, as he slowly regained consciousness. He didn't want to. He wanted to stay blissfully unaware, at least for a little bit longer.

He remembered in how much discomfort he was, before passing out, and how it steadily graduated into blown out pain. He remembered the sickening feeling, like he was about to throw up or choke on nothing, and how the only thing coming out were splashes of blood, and how he couldn't tell if it was from his lungs or stomach. How he thought his organs were consuming themselves and how his mucles spasmed and twitched and everything hurt it hurt it hurtithurtithurtpleaseplease please make it stop!

The glitching… he remembered the glitching. His body glitching. And it hurt so much. He had been in so much pain he couldn't even begin to describe it. He hadn't felt anything like this before; and frankly he didn't want to ever experience that again.

Breathe. A long, deep inhale. Hold it for 4. Let it out slowly. His lungs and ribs didn't feel like they were collapsing on themselves anymore. He counted that as a win.

Stanley tried to feel out the texture of what he was laying on. Smooth, warm, with something comforting and familiar covering him; a blanket, he finally named it, sheets as well, he could make out the softness of the pillow his throbbing head was resting on.

Home! He eagerly thought. He's finally home, and away from that horrid pain and distorting of his body.

The more Stanley managed to ground himself, the headache diminished, and Stanley could finally think clearly.

He opened his eyes, slowly, letting himself adjust to his surroundings. He felt exhausted, that was for sure, but he guessed that was normal after a nightmare.

He stared at the ceiling for a good while before looking around the room. He felt scared. Because the moment he opened his eyes, he knew this was not his room. Or any room in his or his friends’ homes. And that realization drilled a pit in his chest.

Stanley was panicking. He knew that. And yet he was still struggling for air. His body didn't allow anything to enter his lungs, his throat too tight to even swallow.

With a bit of effort, he stood up. Stanley threw the blanket off and dangled his legs off the side of the bed and stood up. Or, tried to stand up, is more accurate. His legs almost didn't hold him up, shakey and weak and sore. Stanley managed to catch himself on the nightstand and pulled himself upright.

Stanley tried to hear if someone else was around but it was silent. Not even the ticking of a clock. That was rather unnerving, but he was mostly relieved. If someone abducted him, there was no way for Stanley to put much of a fight in his current physical state.

Taking a few weary steps to make sure he wouldn't drop to the floor again, Stanley slowly but surely made his way to the small hallway that connected to the kitchen…-livingroom? It looked like a small, one room apartment. Or two? Stanley didn't feel like caring for that answer. No, he felt like he needed to get out of here as quick as possible.

This room had kitchen assets against a wall, and on the other side of the room was a window with the curtains pulled, a couch and a big TV on a drawer.

There was a door on the opposite wall from him. That would be the exit (or the bathroom, but that was improbable) and Stanley hoped it was his ticket to leave.

Getting closer, he put his ear to it, trying to hear anything besides his own heartbeat but there was nothing. Taking that as a good sign, Stanley pressed the doorknob and pulled. The door didn't budge. He pushed instead, still nothing. He wiggled the door some more, trying desperately to get it to open to no avail.

Stanley was filled with frustration and desperation. He didn't know what happened and doesn't know how he got here, and it was really getting to him.

……………..

The amount of questions still zooming across Fro'ran's thoughts were still present for the longest time it waited for Stanley to (hopefully) wake up; so much so that even its wobbly-shaped halo that held its many eyes was spinning, trying to look for a reason of why this happened. How did it happen?!

By now it calmed down, but the more Stanley remained unmoving the more its worries grew. It didn't want to damage another human! It didn't even know what exactly it might have done to let Stanley on keep staying in the Parable. Maybe it reset instead of putting him back? Yes, it thought about that, and it wasn't right. The two actions were different. One reput Stanley into a certain room that was assigned as the start point, and the other detached the human completely and put him back onto his planet.

Things were not good. And Fro'ran needed Stanley to be good and stable before even attempting to send him back.

Fro'ran has been worrying over someone potentially searching for it, entering its dimension and finding Stanley, so it blocked off outside access for a while. It knew it couldn't keep the barrier up for too long, otherwise Gyrcoh or the rest of his friends might get worried and demand an explanation.

Its attention was drawn towards the Parable by a repeated bumping sound that came from the apartment. It made that area on the whim to have Stanley rest more comfortably.

Ah– Stanley! He was in the apartment! The sound came from the apartment! Stanley was awake!

In a heartbeat, Fro'ran was by the newest structure, and upon seeing Stanley up and– probably not well– a soft jingle of relief resounded from it.

It saw Stanley looking to the side it was by. Did he hear it? That was surprising to the young archivist, but it thought that if its presence was known it might as well speak up. It was sure Stanley would want an explanation, he did look pretty shaken up.

“Ahem…” Fro'ran cleared its ‘throat’ and matched the human audible pitch level.

Stanley flinched and turned fully towards where the sound was coming from. Fro'ran cringed, but carried on.

“It's… it's okay, Stanley, it's me…” Fro'ran's first thought was to try to reassure the human, even if it wasn't sure what to tell him.

Stanley was beyond flabbergasted. What was going on?! Was he still dreaming? The Narrator was here, so he thought it was; but… he had so many questions!

Stanley pinched himself. Held his breath and closed his eyes tight, repeating to himself to wake up wake up wake up wake up!

Stanley was visibly disturbed, Fro'ran could see that. It didn't know what to do. Didn't know what to say– which, from Stanley's point of view, would be hilarious if it wasn't for the circumstances.

Maybe just telling his situation might calm him down? Or at the very least not have a crises. “Stanley, you're not dreaming.” It said before it could even think what choice of words would've been best. It immediately regretted it.

Stanley paused. He, slowly, looked up at the ceiling, a mixture of emotion among which confusion was plastered all over his expression. [“What?”] Stanley signed. A simple gestured, yet holding so much emotion behind it to not let it consume his thoughts while he tried to understand what exactly is happening to him.

Fro'ran hesitate to speak again, not sure if it wanted to watch Stanley possibly have an episode, but it knew it would be fruitless to not answer.

“You're not dreaming.”

The words echoed in Stanley's mind, over and over again. He didn't know how to feel; how to react.

[“What is this place?”] After a few seconds, his shaking hands signed again. [“What are you?”]

The librarian wanted to curl on itself. It wasn't supposed to interact so freely with any species they kept tabs on. It took a calculated risk when it brought Stanley here only during his night cycle to make him believe he was dreaming; so even if anyone found out about Stanley, it could have just put him back and that would have (hopefully) been the end of it. But now? Now Stanley knew… vaguely. And it was nothing it could do.

Except avoiding the subject entirely!

“Questions later. Right now I need you to be alright and send you home; so please, rest.” Fro'ran tried to make its voice sound a bit authoritive, but to Stanley it came across as unbothered, which was pretty on brand for the Narrator.

Stanley demanded an explanation. That voice couldn't just ignore and deny him answers, right? Wrong. It does just that, doesn't utter another word, like it had just left.

The man was frustrated. Furious even. But he felt helpless, confused and scared. He wasn't entirely sure why he reacted so strongly, and he did at the same time. Regardless, he was reacting, and didn't know what to do.

The voice said rest, but he was to stressed to rest. Stanley could feel his heart hammering in his chest, the rush of adrenaline running through his blood, and the struggle to breathe properly.

Stanley needed to calm down. He knew that. He didn't know how to do it. So he punched the TV screen. It knocked it back into the wall, Stanley's fist still connected to the now cracked screen. It hurt his knuckles, obviously, but thankfully he didn't feel any cut. He didn't know how to throw a proper punch, his local gym didn't have a punching bag, and even if it did, Stanley doubted he would have used it anyway.

That shaked his brain a little, bringing him back down to earth. Not enough to calm him down, but the pain gave him some form of distraction.

Fro’ran didn't expect the human to get violent. Stanley almost never showed such behaviour, the closest it seen to this was pushing something off a surface or casually throwing something like a pencil or a mug in the office.

It wanted to flinch but didn't move one bit. Two beats. Three. It didn't speak. What could it say? Maybe leaving Stanley to have some time to himself would be good?

It made a sound that was equivalent to a groan and rubbed some of its eyes. It tried to smooth out its continuously shaping head to make it a more consistent shape. It did feel like a lava lamp sometimes, though without the heat.

Fro'ran decided. It will retreat for now, giving both of them the chance to clear their head and maybe, if things went well, it will send Stanley home and maybe take a break from bringing him in the Parable for a while. At least until it found what exactly had caused this error in the first place.

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Stanley could tell anyone for certain that he went through all five stages of grief under ten minutes.

He finally managed to calm down in the end. It took too long, in his humble opinion, but at least he'd managed. It was more that he gave up than anything, exhaustion catching up to him, both mentally and physically.

He crashed on the couch more than once, moving back and forth to the bed and the cramped thing. He explored the rest of the apartment too, not much to look at, but at least he knew what is where now. And yes, he had noticed there was nothing but white outside the windows.

Just like in the Parable.

So, was he still dreaming? was the prime question. But then he remembered the voice- the Narrator- said that he wasn't. That's what ticked Stanley the wrong way.

Because if this wasn't a dream… then that meant that neither were all the other times he's been here.

Where the fuck has he been at all these nights?! Has he been kidnapped? And how many times now??

Stanley covered his face with his hands and whined tiredly. He was laying down on the couch, a leg hanging out the side and the other propped over the armrest.

He didn't want to think about it. The thought that something could just- take him —

Breath in… out. Calm. He needed to just not think about it. It wasn't real. He would go home, he would wake up in his room, he would go great his wife good morning, maybe tell her about this if it still bothered him, make breakfast, go to the bathroom, feel hungry—

It drove him insane not feeling bodily functions for hours on end.

Stanley lowered his hands on his chest. He stared at the ceiling, then at the broken TV… maybe he could sleep this off, he hoped, and he got up to make his way to the bedroom.

__________________

Fro'ran returned to a calmer Stanley. It would be pretty hard to panic while unconscious, it thought.

The librarian visibly deflated, closing all of its eyes for a minute. It flopped on top of the map's structure, just laying on the small surface like a big cat on a small side table.

It stared at Stanley's sleeping form for a long time. It was worried, clearly; if not given the circumstances it would have more than half a mind to realize it would be considered creepy or rude to stare at someone while they slept.

Should it try to send Stanley home now? Save him the trouble of waking up here again? It could certainly try, and usually it would work no problem, but… the previous fail that started all of this gave it quite a scare- and hurt Stanley, damn it! It had to make sure it was careful this time.

Stanley hasn't been glitching anymore, for some good hours now- it guessed, it couldn't actually tell, sue it- so it should be fine to put him back, no?

Yes, surely!

……Maybe it'll let Stanley rest in peace for a bit longer….

____________

Stanley woke up in his office. Wide awake.

Stanley inhaled deeply with clenched teeth.

He was still here.

[yxnderebxnny]

Sooo I decided to write a full oneshot about the lil story I had in my Eteled headcannons

ᴡᴀɪᴛ. - ᴇᴛᴇʟᴇᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Trigger warnings: Death implications, Spoilers for WDY, lots of angst

Story is under the cut :D

"Who the fuck are you?" You grumbled, glaring at your screen. Austin stood near the front of the mii channel, a sly grin on his face. "I think you know, [___]. I've heard your darling mii talk about me once or twice." He mocked, his pitch getting higher when mentioning Eteled. You paused. "...Austin..?" "So I was right. He never told you the whole story, did he, [___]?" You didn't dare say another word. You weren't about to talk shit about eteled to some random fucker you've only heard about once or twice. "He never told you about how he drugged me, did he? Or how he planned to steal my concepts for a game for his advantage? Did he ever tell you about how he died?" Austin spoke with a low tone, his smile only getting wider. You stayed quiet. You and Eteled's personal conversations were none of his business. Unfortunately, your facial expression have you away.

"I'll take that as a yes. That's suprising. He must really trust you." He stayed quiet for a moment, pondering his next words. "Do you love him, [___]? How far would you go to keep him safe?" He asked, his smile gone. He looked at you for a few moment, scanning your expression. "So you do love him. You know what? I guess I can do you a favor before we go. I'll give it to you straight. The wii is melting. If the wii melts, we die. Regarding Eteled, he's a little messed up in the head right now but he'll still remember you. Nobody can stop the wii melting process, so I'll let you say goodbye to him before he hits the hay. Goodbye, [___]. It was nice meeting you." Austin walked off the screen, leaving behind an Eteled who was still strapped to the electric chair.

You cried out his name as you ran up to your tv, placing your hand against the screen. Eteled looked tired, dark circles underneath his eyes. He lifted his head up, a small smile appearing on his lips. "[___]. Hey, honey." He croaked, his voice sore from the screaming. You couldn't help but start crying. Tears flowed down your cheeks, plopping onto the carpet. "Eteled, oh god sweetie, what did he do to you?" You muttered. He gave a low chuckle. "You don't want to know the details." He took in a deep breath before continuing. "I can tell by that look that Austin already told you everything, so I guess that makes it a little easier for me." Eteled paused, blinking away some tears.

"Look, I only have 5 minutes left. As much as i hate to do this, i need to get everything off my chest. I'm so, so, SO fucking sorry it turned out like this. I know I'm not one for words like this, but I love you so fucking much. You mean the world to me. Thank you so much for being there. I.." Eteled started sobbing, barely being able to speak. "I love you. I love you, I love you, i love you. Christ, how many times do i have to say it before you understand how much you mean to me?" Cries of frustration and hurt left the shaking mii, his head hung low in defeat. "I love you too, honey. I love you too the moon and back." You said, your voice shakey. "I don't wanna die, [___]. I need to wake up and see you one more time. There was still so much shit we needed to do! I was getting ready to fucking propose!" He yelled, tears uncontrollable.

Neither one of you could hold in your tears. Years of trust, years of love, years of happiness were gone. "Please just say 'I do.' Just once." He sobbed, more glitches noticable in his voice. "I'd be happy to marry you. Of course I do." You said, your voice cracked. When you looked up, the mii channel was glitching horribly. But somehow through all of that, you heard Eteled's voice. "I love you, [___]." He gave you one last tear stained smile before the wii glitched out and turned black. The smell of burnt plastic and metal entered your nose. No. No, no no NO NO. NOT LIKE THIS!

You pounded your fists into the ground in frustration, broken sobs leaving your curled up body. A familiar ringtone rang through your ears. The same ringtone you used for Eteled's frequent messages through your computer.

"To my dearest [___],

It has been amazing being yours. Go do me a favor and go get a wedding band for us. I'm too cheap for rings. You remember where my grave is, right? Go steal the headstone. The only one who deserves to know who I was is you. You're all I've ever wanted. Have I ever told you how pretty you are? God, those eyes. I honestly thought I was in heaven instead of the wii when I first saw you. My little angel. I'm running out of time, but I need you to know how much you mean to me. I love you so fucking much.

-Henry Morris"

"I love you too, Henry. More than you could ever know." You muttered to the letter.

[strxngertogether]

@storyofwhoiam || Continued from here

Jay's whimpering and grunting on the other end, struggling to keep herself upright as she pulls at the barbed wire around her ankle with one hand. "Ow!" she yelps before finally acknowledging the older woman. "Hi..." she responds sheepishly, comforted by Brandee's voice but in far too much pain for it to really help anything.

"Fuck..." she groans, embarrassed that she's had to call for help. "You know that weird abandoned mansion outside of town? I kinda got myself stuck in the barbed wire..." Her voice is tense and shakey as she tries to succinctly explain what happened. She's already been up here for a few minutes and everything she does seems to make it worse. Her head's pounding from being upside down and she feels woozy and nauseous, either from the blood loss, the pain, or the panic.

She lets go of the barbed wire so it doesn't dig into her sore, bleeding hand anymore, but then she can't held herself up and it feels like she's falling and the barbed wire is tearing through her ankle. She flails out of sheer panic, crying out before realizing she's just as stuck as she was before, but her ankle is a little more mangled than it'd been. She sighs with a little bit of relief as well as she can while panting.

[irisafterdark]

Decide to write a little fantasy of mine :3

Kinks involved: CNC, intox, somnophilia, overstimulation, no aftercare

I'd like to mention with this is all consented to before hand, just think of it as like a role-playing type scene :3

Imagine we're sitting in my room, chilling out and just enjoying each others presence. You give me an edible, but you tell me its just a gummy. I eat it, not really noticing how it tastes a bit... off. It eventually kicks in and I get giggly and weak, it really would be a shame if I just.. fell asleep..

You gently stroke my hair, letting me giggle and act however I want. I eventually complain I'm tired, so you help me fall asleep by playing with my hair and gently scratching my back. I quickly fall asleep, laying on my side. Perfect, you think.

While I sleep, you gently push me onto my back and very slowly pull my pants and underwear down and off, trying to make sure I don't wake up. I would normally be awake by this point, you know I'm a light sleeper, but the edible will easily keep me asleep through all of this. You gently mark up my thighs with bites, fingers very slowly pushing into me. I let out a soft sigh but that's it. I look relaxed, more than before. Like your fingers were supposed to be there. You roughly fuck me with your fingers, simply smirking when I cum with a shakey breath and quiet moan.

You remove your fingers and look up at me, seeing me blushing heavily but still asleep. Perfect. You decide to bury your face in-between my legs, licking, biting.. everything. My hands instinctively grab your hair, my breathy moans getting more and more frequent and louder. You push your fingers back in as while, uncaring if I wake up. Perhaps you even wish I wake up, so high and drunk on pleasure I won't even understand what's happening other than my need for more.

I cum at least 3 times, that's the bare minimum. You honestly lost count after 5. And I stay asleep through it all. When you're finally done with me, the entire bottom half of your face is wet from cum and saliva as you wipe your face off. You don't bother to clean me up, I don't need it if I don't even know what happened. You push me back onto my side and hug me from behind, slowly drifting off.

A few hours pass and I wake up, tired and sore. My legs still have a slight tremble to them as I sit up, groaning from even the smallest movements bringing me pleasure. I feel how wet everything is and peek down my pants and see they're stained with my cum and that my thighs are covered in bite marks and teeth scrapes.

I frown. What the hell happened and why can't I remember?

[this-is-where-i-hide-my-bullshit]

I over slept and I do not feel good. Everything's got the consrast turned up and my muscles are shakey and sore.

Don't over sleep it sucks.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Yandere Gangster

CW: NSFW, lap riding(GN reader), wounds/bruises, kidnapping, manipulation, gang activities

Yandere gangster who forces you to grind down on his lap as you're bandaging him up. What, you expect him to sit through all this pain without some form of relief? All he wants is his cute little victim spouse to make him feel good. It's the least you could do after all your hitting and screaming he's had to deal with since he "brought you home." You ask in disbelief how he could be worried about getting off after narrowly escaping being shot at. But he doesn't care for your protests.

Yandere gangster who threatens you without wavering, his beaten body only fueling his short temper. Maybe his buddies should get a round with you, as punishment for still having not learned your place. And that threat is more than enough to get you hesitantly inching towards his bloody pants. He already has them unbuttoned, black boxers hiding a bulge that pulses. But once you sit down, feeling him flex and poke from below, you're fully aware of how hot and bothered he's become. You try to focus on wrapping gauze around his bicep with his arm lowering to grip your waist.

Yandere gangster who whispers, "Move your hips" as he gently humps upward. You do as your told, whether more out of fear or out of the desire to get this over with, you aren't sure. But your kidnapper isnt bothered, too focused on the inpatient arousal inside of him. He sucks in through his teeth each time you pour antiseptic on an open cut, but he doesnt seem to mind the pain as long as you kept softly thrusting. He gets even more eager once his free hand pushes yours down towards his erection. You see the healed scars on his lower abdomen as his shirt pushes upward. They were sickingly familiar, as you had seen them everytime you were forced to "service" him like this.

Yandere gangster who you dont doubt would try to kiss you right now if it weren't for the bruises flourishing on his skin. You stare at his beaten face, a stream of dried blood down his nose as the cuts on his lips reopen when he bites them. Your hands become shakey the more he thrusts into your palm and against your groin, his bouncing legs making it harder to patch up his wounds. The sweat dripping down his chest, his slicked back hair now wild and free, it made him look more deranged than before. He was like a wild animal, starved and only interested in the meal in front of him. "Keep going." He huffs, and you aren't sure if hes talking about your work on his bruised knuckles or your hips that have been rocking back and forth.

Yandere gangster who uses you as the perfect stress toy, one that helps him get off with your soft body and oh so gentle fingers. His head leans back in the chair, lazily rocking upward as the friction becomes a desirable pressure. He cant help but feel he deserves this, after all his hard work and the time it took to get you here. Once you finish with the worst of his cuts and bruises, patching up everything to the best of your ability, you attempt to get off his lap. He's gotten what he wanted, right? A little pleasure to help keep off the pain. But you were sorely mistaken to think that would be the end of it.

Yandere gangster who lives up to his name, growling and cursing through his teeth, daring to pull out his switchblade the more you struggled to leave. He always had a short fuse, but today was no comparison. Waving the knife around he shot vulgar threat after threat, nearly nicking you. You didn't doubt hed cut you if push came to shove, having the scars to prove his past lack of patience. You still remembered how they burned, how he slid the blade painfully slow,  refusing to clean you up until he got what he wanted. And so, what choice did you have? You only hoped that if you went faster, forcing him to come undone, he may end up too distracted. But you knew your captor, and wishful thinking never got you anywhere.

[dippindaz]

Had an idea for established the grabber x reader, maybe it's up your alley!

Seems kinda silly, but since he likes to win games, in my head canon he's probably competitive even with smaller things. A scenario where him and SO are playing cards or board games(or even hide and seek 👀) and he has to be chastised for getting too aggressive. Maybe it spins in the other direction and they goad him on purpose, bad winner, getting caught cheating etc, for sexy reasons

A/N: I can’t. I love this so much LMAO. You didn’t say you wanted filled NSFW so I’m going to just be doing partial NSFW. If you want a part 2 with full NSFW just lemme know and I’ll do it when I can :)

The Grabber x GN Reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ minors DNI, oral male receiving, lowkey acts like a baby over losing a card game lmao, teasing, you edging him, dom reader,

Being Al’s S/O wasn’t always easy. He was emotional, but tried not to be. He wasn’t good at expressing those emotions either. He was always competitive, almost everything was a game he had to win.

Even though this wasn’t easy, it was kind of fun. It let you be competitive as well. To try and beat him at his own games. He hated when you won, he was quite the sore loser. Whenever you managed to get close to wining you’d almost always ‘make a mistake’ and totally accidentally lose.

You didn’t mind ‘losing’ to him. He wasn’t someone to brag or rub it in your face when you lost. The way his eyes would light up and the dorky smile on his face when he won during actual games was just so cute.

It was tiring though, upsetting to an extent. All of your hard work being for nothing. If only you had some way to show him losing wasn’t always so bad.

He had a stressful day today. He just wanted to spend time with you and wind down for the night. So of course, when he suggested the two of you play a game, you knew it was a bad idea. You agreed anyways.

You were nearing the end of a game of poker, he was winning as per usual, but this game you had a trick up your sleeve. You had slowly been raising bid until you both were all in.

He smirked thinking he had won yet again. Placing his cards down, 4 aces and 1 king. A lucky hard to beat hand.

But as he watched your face his heart fell. You began to smile. You smacked down your hand and there it was. A straight all in spades. A hand just barely beating him.

First his eyes were wide and mouth agape, then his jaw clenched and eyes squinted. He angrily swatted his cards off the table, letting them fall onto the floor.

He got up from his chair and was about to pout on the couch. “Sit back down.” You told him.

He mindlessly listened to you, flopping back into the chair. You walked around behind his chair and began rubbing his shoulders. Leaning down to whisper in his ear, “you are such a sore loser, y’know?”

You walked around to the front of the chair and swung one leg over his legs. You were now sitting on his lap, straddling him.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you pulled him towards your face. “We really gotta fix that.”

You were confident and demanding in this moment. He, on the other hand, looked like a deer in headlights. You had never been this dominant before, especially not this... seductive.

One hand stayed on his chest, while the other slowly trailed up to his hair. You ran you hand down his hair, grabbed a handful, and gently pulled it. He attempted to make no noise but out came a small, pleasured sigh.

You chuckled and the hand on his trailed down his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. Once you unbuttoned the last button you slowly pushed his shirt to drop off of his arms.

His breathing was uneven and shakey. His brain went onto autopilot and his hands rested on your hips.

You carefully watched his expression and rolled your hips against his pelvis. He lightly moaned at the movement and tried to guide you to move more with his hands.

However, you didn’t. Instead, you climbed off of him and unbuttoned his his pants and pulled them down. You did the same for his boxers then crawled and sat on your knees in between his legs.

You slowly began to lick up and down his shaft, never breaking eye contact. His cheeks grew red as he watched you. You took his tip into your mouth and his hips twitched upwards, while he groaned.

You took more of him into your mouth, lightly scraping your teeth along him as a warning. At a teasingly slow pace you began to bob your head up and down.

His jaw clenched and he groaned. “Please, speed up.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crawled to your face. He was already begging for you? He was just too easy.

You continued at the same pace for a few seconds after his request and then began to speed up. Your tongue swirled around him and you hallowed your cheeks.

Though he tried to control them, his hips twitched upwards repeatedly. You knew he was close now. The twitching, his breathing, his quiet groans and moans.

You brought him as close to the edge as you could before fully pulling away from him. He whined and his head fell back.

He picked his head up and met your teasing gaze, “you can’t just leave me like this.”

You laughed at his panicked statement. “Oh honey,” you shuffled closer to him, “we’re just getting started.”

[m6bjo4fu0]

Comfort

Wilbur x gn!reader

Warnings: TW panic attack, self-consciousness, low self esteem, insecurities, insomnia

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JUST A REMINDER, EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU ARE LOVED. I MAY NOT KNOW YOU, BUT I BELIEVE IN YOU. LOOK BACK AT WHERE YOU STARTED, AND YOU’LL REALIZE HOW FAR YOU’VE CAME. I’M PROUD OF YOU <3

You couldn’t breathe.

Another high pitched, demonic scream (or screech, you couldn’t tell) escaped your mouth, half-absorbed into your pillow.

Your left hand was pressing the pillow into your face with a force you never knew you had as your right palm gripped onto your scalp, praying the pressure would help the headache.

You couldn’t sleep for the past few days, deadlines constantly holding you down. As much as you would like to rest your mind, you couldn’t bring yourself to your bed before completing the tasks that are due. The pressure pressed you low, terrible aches escalating in several parts of your body. You haven’t interacted with someone in days, and you felt yourself drowning in pools after pools of work.

You thought about calling someone, or at least text, about your current situation to ask for help, but you never did. You believed it was embarrassing to ask for such thing, and might even cause the other to think you’re just an attention seeker.

Well it’s all too late anyways.

The call you had from your boss was dreadful, and you couldn’t stop your voice from wobbling. As soon as they hang up, you screamed into your pillow again.

The air in your lungs were quickly running out, but you couldn’t pull yourself up to breathe in. Your arm muscles sore from applying pressure on your head, but the headache still remained. You face fell back into your bed, chest aching as it moves up in down in a painful speed. You thought of texting Wilbur, he wouldn’t judge, right? You thought about telling him everything. Telling him how you’re afraid of not being enough. Telling him how you’re afraid of disappointing others. Telling how everything’s falling apart and you couldn’t hold on to anything.

A cough escaped your mouth again, and you wished you drank more water to supply all the tears and drool you had lost. You tried to make yourself get water, but fell back to bed as you struggled to get enough air. With the pillow back in your face, you let out another screech.

Suddenly, your door was opened. You didn’t know who it was, but you didn’t care either. Insecurity washed over, and you couldn’t stop believing that all your friends are just putting up with you. Your scattered breathing drew your attention back to your tired, dehydrated, and painful body. As you attempted to take a deep breath, a gentle palm reached your back, tracing slow circles onto your clothing. You tried turning back to face the person, hands still clutching onto the pillow roughly.

“Shhh, I’m here now, we can talk later. Please, take a deep breath, ok?”

You took in a stuttering, shakey breathe.

“And now repeat.”

You followed so, but sniffles broke the breath.

“Don’t worry, take your time.”

Air filled your weak lungs, some still escaping as your cries slowly ceased.

“May I?”

You nodded and Wilbur climbed into bed with you, helping you up to focus your breathing. He took your hands in his, thumbs rubbing tender rounds into the back of your hands. Though your body was sore and weary from the breakdown, you still held onto his gentle palms as if he’d be gone if you didn’t.

As you began to catch your breathe, Wilbur spoke up.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You nodded slightly.

“I’m scared, Will. I’m afraid. I’m terrified.”

Your eyes were soullessly looking away from his.

“Do you perhaps know why?”

“I’m scared that my friends are done with me. I’m afraid that I’m disappointing my family. I’m terrified of what I don’t know.”

Before he could speak, you continued.

“I’m scared that I would be forgotten. I’m afraid that I’ll miss a deadline. I’m terrified of messing up.”

He raised a brow slightly.

“What do you think you would mess up? It’s okay to not be successful sometimes.”

“Well…”

You looked down.

“I’m afraid of messing up our friendship because of my dumb feelings.”

And you knew your worst fear came true.

“You see, I’m starting to think we share some common fears.”

You looked up.

“I’ve always told myself I have to prepare for you, I have to make myself presentable for you, and one day it hit me. Why am I doing this?”

He took a deep breath.

“And I think the answer is I like you.”

Wilbur gave you a grin, one that lit up your blurry vision, one that shined your insecurities away. Your pupils met his dark irises, looking ever so lovingly.

“You do?”

Your heart skipped, anxiety long forgotten.

“Yea, I do.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, weariness now gone as excitement took over.

“Y/n, don’t be afraid. I’m here. I’m with you.”

A smile came to your face, joyful tears forming in your eyes. You held him tighter, praying this is not a dream. I’m with you.

“I love you.”

Author’s notes: i wasnt planning on posting but i just got a terrible panic attack and I don’t want others to feel the pain like I did

1.5.22

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[irukasenseii]

The door slamming back open had him jolt so hard he finally freed his wrists. He turned, ready to defend himself better now that he had two free, albeit very shakey and cold, hands. He found himself staring at Kakashi instead, wide-eyed and surprised. His head had hit the floor pretty hard before, he was certain his hair was matted with blood, just as he was certain he was hallucinating the white haired man.

"Kakashi?"

He sat there for a long moment until the kunai hit the wall, then he was moving. He quickly did a release, making sure he wasn't being put under a genjutsu to make him think he was being rescued and when the scenery didn't change, and he knew that this was real; that the Kakashi standing in the room was real, he lunged to get his hands on the rogue kunai.

He had to cut his feet free first. Otherwise, he would just be more of a distraction than he already proved to be. So shakey hands got to work cutting himself free before he could be more of a liability to Kakashi.

"You came yourself? You had to have known this was a trap for you, right?" Why was he surprised? Of course, Kakashi came himself. This was the same man who went after Shikamaru's attackers, himself. Not that he wasn't happy to see him, of course. He was a sight for sore eyes (and sore head, feet, hands. Everything ached, really.) He shouldn't be reprimanding his partner for coming to save him, but he needed to focus on something to keep as calm as he was staying so far.

Getting into the building had been among the simplest of tasks. The guards posted had been dispatched with ease, and while Kakashi was remaining as focused as possible, his panic was increasing as he failed to register the familiar flow of Iruka's chakra.

Still, they had the man's scent and thus his trail, which Pakkun was continuing to lead him towards.

Ahead he could hear a few loud sounds, some shouting, and his pace quickened until he was practically a blur of movement coming down the hall.

Two more men, their identities disregarded in a mere instant as their throat were slit wide open. And then he came to an odd sight of a man being flung outside of a room and the door shut firmly behind him. Kakashi came to a halt behind him, watching the angered beating upon the door until he finally turned.

Their eyes met and there was a beat of unmoving silence.

"In there."

It was all Kakashi needed from his ninken before he lunged, forearm knocking away an attempted grab as chakra pooled in his right hand. He shoved it into the man's abdomen with such force that he collided heavily back into the door and tore off both hinges with a resounding snap.

Both captor and door toppled into the room in a heap, and Kakashi followed with a few slow steps.

The moment he laid eyes on Iruka, his enemies were momentarily forgotten, including the man groaning on the ground as he tried to find the strength to get back up.

Alive. Iruka was alive.

He had started towards him when he felt a searing pain across his right bicep, the hiss of a tossed kunai clipping him before it clattered against the wall of the cell.

The bodies left behind had caught attention, and reinforcements were coming quickly.