#oh inject this straight into my bloodstream

[starry-bi-sky]

OP I AM UNWELL IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE

Ghostly ribbons

[daistea]

marriage hcs with mithrun and kabru? im a huge sucker for domestic stuff lol

Ya!!

2,500 words

Dungeon Meshi Spoilers ‼️❗️

no tw I don’t think

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♡︎ Mithrun ♡︎

Mithrun’s proposal isn’t big. He just slips the ring on your finger and tells you it’s happening.

He wouldn’t care what the wedding is like, just tell him where to be and when. Though if you insist on his opinion he’ll tell you that something simple would be most comfortable.

I wonder if there’s like a formal outfit for the Canaries… Or elven wedding garbs. Idk!

If you have a reception and you force him to dance, then you get to see Mithrun’s nobility training in effect! He can waltz!

He ends up throwing the bouquet because reasons but he just straight up launches it into Pattadol’s face.

Anyway, onto home life. Mithrun actually cleans a lot, just out of habit. So you don’t have a messy husband, yay!

But he doesn’t care much about decorating his surroundings. You’re the one who fixes up the house how you like it.

He teleports around the house but he’s very careful to always know where you are. He often sneaks up on you, not on purpose at first. After a while he starts sneaking up on you because your reactions are funny.

Every good couple finds ways to torment each other. It keeps the romance alive.

Mithrun puts his cold fingers and feet on you in bed. He does it with a straight face but you see the evil intent in his eye…

You reorganize on a regular basis, and sometimes move all the furniture two inches to the left. You do this when he’s gone and honestly he doesn’t notice until he starts running into things without explanation.

Mithrun is a very touchy person with you. And only with you. Nobody else.

He wraps his arms around you from behind a lot. He kisses your neck. He buries his face in your hair. And he’ll do it anywhere, this man does not care who sees.

People new to Melini hear about the fearsome, dangerous, cold Captain of the Canaries. And when they hear he has a spouse they’re like ??oh??

Then they see him cuddling you. His face is blank but he’s holding you tight, closing his eyes as he rests his head on yours. And they wonder if this is the fearsome guy they heard about.

Marriage looks good on Mithrun. He never thought he’d get married, ever. But he craves your company, he wants you around all the time, he wants every inch of your attention. Your affectionate smiles should be only for him. And he has no problem telling you that you’re his and your attention should be on him.

I mean, you’re one of the few desires he has. He’s going to soak up every bit of you, inject you in his bloodstream, graft you into the fabric of his soul. He’s not going to say that, but it’s true.

My guilty pleasure is making Mithrun into an obsessive partner, but that’s honestly just my headcanon/preference and not something I would insist is canon to his character.

Obsessive as in following you around like a lost puppy, always finding some way to touch you, overwhelming attraction, getting a bit irritable when you’re away, being very possessive, etc. But then again, that’s just my preference talking.

At night, he holds you like he thinks you’re about to disappear.

You cast sleep spells to help him rest at night or else he’ll be awake for hours and hours until his body gives out.

Mithrun likes being the little spoon, even if you’re smaller than him. But he also likes being the big spoon sometimes. #switch

You think cooking together will be sweet and fun, right? Wrong. It’s horrible. The first time you try to cook together you just keep bumping into each other, getting in the way, picking up things and setting them down somewhere and forgetting where that was. It gets a bit tense.

You don’t cook together again.

Mithrun actually likes cooking and will probably want to take turns making the food. Except his food is crap at first. Total shit. He’ll learn.

When Mithrun is irritated or mad at you gives you the silent treatment. He’s grumpy. He’ll mutter under his breath a little. Just love on him until he softens up. Wrap your arms around him from behind and harass him a bit.

Speaking of harassment, Mithrun does that all the time. You’ve got some paperwork or whatever that you’re working on? Well he wants your attention. Right now. And he’s going to get it.

You just see him walk into the room with that look in his eye, his pupils focused, his mouth set in a line. And you groan because you know he’s about to do everything in his power to distract you.

That means flopping down like a rag doll in your lap. Or kissing your neck, biting a bit. His hands are going places. He won’t outright say he wants attention, but it’s clear he wants it.

Then the moment you actually give him attention, he gets up and wanders away.

He steals the blankets at night, but fortunately does not spread out much.

I feel like Mithrun would have a bunch of weird hobbies. He’s just throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks. There’s pottery, of course. But that’s kind of messy. He makes really dumb bowls too. Idk, they’re just dumb looking bowls.

He takes up gardening. But one time he didn’t realize he was getting too hot and he kinda collapsed face first into the squash patch. He tasted dirt that day. It was fine.

He tried knitting! He makes a horrible little stuffed pig and sends it to Milsiril. She doesn’t respond with a thank you letter or anything. She hides it in a box in her attic so she doesn’t have to look at it.

Mithrun isn’t concerned with being good at these things, he’s just doing them to do them. King behavior

I think you’d both eventually adopt a pet. And by adopt I mean Mithrun found this dog digging through the trash and brought it home.

You share each other’s clothes a lot. It doesn’t matter how small or big you are, Mithrun is pulling on your sweater and drowning in the scent of you. He also likes seeing you in his clothes! I imagine he wears tall-man clothes half the time tbh, idk I just like Mithrun in baggy flowy tunics that are rolled up at the arms… But elf clothes physically fit him better because he’s so smol.

Generally, your life is peaceful. You might go with him on monster surveys, or help at the noodle shop. You’re a team, you move in sync with each other, able to tell what the other is thinking just from a look.

Often around other people, you and Mithrun silently communicate through passing glances.

He never takes his ring off. Never. He gets grumpy if you take yours off.

Mithrun’s brother likes to visit. I headcanon that his brother has a family by now (UNCLE MITHRUN!!!) and they all love you. (One night he’s putting his niece or nephew to bed and they’re like ‘uncle Mithrun, the hat man doesn’t like you’ and he’s like ..okay. Thank you for letting me know.)

You two have a routine! Mithrun lives by routine anyway, so you quickly follow and do your daily things. It’s not boring though because you’re happy to be doing them together.

Life is calm and he’s content. It’s so much more than he ever thought he’d get. He’s going to savor every second.

♡︎ Kabru ♡︎

Kabru’s proposal is simple and intimate, but he makes sure to do things right. He tells you to meet him at a certain spot and that you’re ’going shopping’ for something. But lol no he’s proposing

Except of course something goes terribly wrong and Kabru is left a stressed out mess and wants to redo the whole thing. But tough luck buddy, you’ve already accepted. He sighs and furrows his brows and smiles, giving you that look that tells the world just how he feels. It’s soft and adoring and so in love.

Kabru is involved in the wedding planning for every step of the way. He’s almost a bit controlling with it.

He knows so many people that the guest list quickly reaches the hundreds.

Eventually Kabru gives up and you two plan to have something small and private instead. Which is a relief, because with something private he won’t feel the need to mask himself the entire time, to play the part.

He’s so! Excited! To see you in your wedding clothes!

He’s actually a bit gushy about it. Like he’s trying to hide his excitement. He puts his hand over his mouth to hide his smile, but his eyes are wide and he’s all riled up.

At the reception you honestly just sit in the corner together and whisper all night. For once he doesn’t intend on using this opportunity to gain information or insight.

Onto home life! Maybe for a tiny bit, you two live in his little room? Just until you get a house.

His landlord teases constantly.

Once you do get a place to stay, he actually doesn’t care about decorating all that much. He’s got stuff though, books and notebooks and random things he’s gathered over the years.

Kabru is a mess. He isn’t gross, but he’s unorganized and kinda just tosses his clothes on the floor. He leaves drawers open, and cabinets open.

He sleeps spread out, limbs everywhere. He drools sometimes. He makes you promise to not tell anyone that ever.

Kabru doesn’t cook. He’ll attempt it for you, though. He’ll try a lot of new things for you. He tries to eat more, to sleep more, and actually take care of himself. He knows you’d like that.

Kabru is pretty social. He keeps you up to date on every little endeavor he has going on. You have a routine of going to this restaurant or tavern frequently and he’ll lean in close to you and whisper about the people.

That guy over there? He’s got some information on this. Kabru’s going to buy him a drink.

This isn’t as effective as it was before Melini became a nation, though, when he was just an adventurer on the island. Because now Kabru is the King’s advisor and people are a little intimidated by him.

This frustrates him. When you get home and sit on the couch, he’ll lay his head in your lap or wrap his arms around your waist and complain. He likes being the advisor, but he doesn’t like how people think he’s intimidating and royal or important.

You visit Kabru at the castle often! Hell, maybe you even live in the castle with him! Idk how that works.

He has a lot of stuffy meetings with diplomats and important people, and you’ll often be on his arm. Galas, parties, dinners. It’s kind of exhausting. But Kabru loves every minute of it. He’s got you next to him, and he’s got the Kahka Brud diplomat tipsy enough to openly discuss the Queen’s affair with a servant. It’s so great.

You also share a lot of knowing looks with Kabru. When Laois does something Laois-y, you just look at each other.

Kabru isn’t much for PDA, he cares about who’s watching and what they think. He’s actually a little paranoid that people might find a way to use you against him. So he’s constantly planting these little ideas in people’s heads, about what might happen if anyone messed with you… It’s more subtle than I’m able to exemplify but you get the point.

Your husband has a room dedicated to his thoughts. His sherlock holmes mind palace.

It’s actually just a dark room where he puts pictures of people on the walls and connects them all with red yarn. You walk in with a lamp and he just flinches and squints at the light. Little freak.

He will talk your ear off, explaining each and every thought he has in his little web. Actually, doing that helps him sort things out and come to realizations!

He likes sitting on the floor with you in his lap, his arms around your waist. Idk he’s just the kind of guy to sit on the floor and stare at the wall in deep thought.

Kabru doesn’t really get mad at you. He gets very concerned if you do something reckless and might look a bit frustrated on the outside, but he generally keeps his cool and speaks respectfully.

He can be a bit snarky though.

Different from most couples, you don’t terrorize each other that much. You might terrorize him, but he doesn’t do that. Kabru doesn’t do pranks or cute little revenge things. Kabru’s idea of terrorizing someone is slowly gaslighting them into insanity over the years. He won’t do that to you, obviously.

He never takes his ring off! He’s hurt if you take yours off.

He dances a lot with you when you’re alone. He’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and sway a little. He’ll grab your hand and your hip and spin you around the kitchen. There’s no music, he doesn’t need it. He just wants to see you laugh.

If you make horrible crappy food he’ll still eat it. He hesitates to tell you it’s bad. It’s only when you insist on his opinion that he’ll admit it’s shit. (But he does so nicely)

Wear his clothes. Please. Please wear his clothes, it drives him crazy. You’ll be the death of him.

Y’all are weird, you match each others freaks. He adores your quirks and hobbies and is genuinely interested in learning about everything.

Seriously. He wants to know everything. Every thought that passes through your pretty head, every inch of you, every beat of your heart. He explores your body a lot. He worships you.

Kabru never thought he’d get married, actually. Not that he was opposed to the idea, he just wasn’t considering it until he met you. He’s extremely loyal, though, and you’re stuck with him forever. He reminds you of that often.

He keeps a mental list of people who have flirted with you or checked you out. He has his eye on them.

Kabru likes being the little spoon!

He likes bathing with you, washing your hair. It’s just intimate for him.

Your evenings are spent talking about everything and nothing. And he’s not digging for info, he’s just enjoying himself.

He likes to watch you sleep sometimes. Don’t ask why, just let him do his thing.

Milsiril visits often. She’s a relatively chill mother in law, if not a bit clingy. But she won’t just cling to Kabru, she’ll cling to you too (after you prove your worth)

Milsiril unfortunately shows up without warning sometimes, and her timing is horrible. It’s usually when you and Kabru are kissing and your hands are everywhere and you’re being gently laid on the bed and—

Oh there’s elf mom.

He gets embarrassed with her. She tells a lot of stories she thinks are cute. Kabru does not think they’re cute.

Once she leaves there’s a huge sigh of relief.

Kabru speaks other languages to you sometimes, but he refuses to tell you what he’s said.

Life with Kabru is interesting! You’re always busy. You’ve always got something going on. But it’s those moments when you’re in bed together, when your limbs are tangled in the dark, that he treasures the most.

[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 17: Face-sitting

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Face-sitting (✨)

Summary: Face-sitting. That's it.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), oral f!receiving, face-sitting, face-riding, dirty talk

Word Count: 846

A/n: I know I did a fic like this for another prompt, but I do kind of love this prompt.

Read Me On AO3! (Coming soon)

His fingers dig into your hips, nails leaving crescent moon indentations in your tender flesh as you move your cunt against his tongue. 

“Sit,” he’d said and spread your legs over his head. “Ride my face until you come. Please, use me.” 

He needed to lose control. He’d had such a rough week at work and needed to just let go. When he said use me, he meant it. He meant for you to take what you need until he can’t breathe, and then some more. He needed you. 

You have a tight grip on his hair, more than eager to comply with his request. Ride my face until you come. On his tongue is your favorite place to be, after all. 

You chase the heat in your belly with abandon, wanting moans tumbling from your parted lips like an orchestra of pure and unbridled pleasure. His tongue has nowhere to go but through your folds, right where you want him to be, around your clit and inside of you. 

Your walls engulf him as he tastes you from the inside out. Goosebumps erupt on your skin; he traces his fingers over them, gently, reverently, and he hums in approval at the way your walls clench around him.

He holds you, he explores you, and you are so fucking close you might lose your battle with self-control any moment now. Matt can barely breathe with how tightly you’re holding his face against your perfect pussy, but he would gladly suffocate in this position. There is no place he would rather die than drowning in your cum, where the only sound audible to his sensitive ears is the rushing of your blood through the veins in your thighs.

Your scent in his nose, your taste on his tongue—you’re all over him. He may be drinking from you like you are the elixir of life, but you are the one consuming him. You are the one who makes the noise of the world disappear. And when you finally become the death of him, lost in pleasure like this, his headstone will read that he died doing what he loved: eating out the woman he loved as though she were his last meal.

“Touch me,” you plead. 

Matt slides his hand from your hip to your breast. Your nipples are already hard and aching for him to touch, and he greedily starts to play with those sensitive bundles of nerves he likes to wrap his lips around. Your body is his playground, his to love, and his to command. You are completely at his mercy even when he is not in control because you crave him like a dangerous drug. 

You need to inject him into your bloodstream.

“That’s it,” your moan echoes across the room. “That’s it, don’t stop.”

Your hips start to move faster, more desperately against his tongue. He flattens it against your folds, circling your clit whenever he gets the chance. Air has started to become a luxury, his face slick with the wetness pooling out of you, but he would be damned if he tapped out now. 

Time has stopped; only God knows how long he has been waiting for this—craving this.

Before long, the tight coil in your belly snaps, filling you with a warmth that goes straight to your head, and then you’re coming. You lose control of your limbs, falling forward into the mattress as you cry out his name into the void. 

Your pussy keeps dragging along his tongue to chase those electric shocks of pleasure, the feeling that curls around your core like a noose. You are so addicted to that feeling that you drive yourself into overstimulation, his beard burning marks into your thighs. You know you will be sore for days, but oh, it was fucking worth it.

Below you, Matt is groaning and moaning, drinking up every last drop of you until you have nothing left to give. His balls tighten, his cock twitches; Matt buries his teeth in the soft flesh of the inside of your thigh, muffling himself as he spills into his black boxers. You exploded like a bomb in his mouth. He couldn’t hold it back anymore, he had to come. 

It’s pathetic, he thinks, coming untouched like a teenager who never had sex before, but he had to come for you.

He had to come with you.

Matt is incredibly sensitive to what you’re feeling as though he lives inside you, and so for just a little while, he turns into a horny teenager who comes in his underwear. 

You roll off, falling to the mattress beside him. “Holy fuck,” you choke out. 

The words refuse to form. He takes a deep breath. When he exhales again after a few seconds of floating in a boneless bubble, all the tension falls from his shoulders. For the first time in days, Matt is at peace.

“You okay?” your voice reaches through to him. 

He nods, lips curling into a smile. “Yeah,” he says. “I’m okay.”

And it is all because of you. 

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[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

That episode was amazing. I felt such an intense rush throught out. It feels a bit like watching episode 5 to 9 of DFF but condensed and injected straight into my bloodstream.

This episode did made me like Great a bit more in the oh wow that terrible person is fun to watch but I also can't wait to see horrible things happen to him kind of way. I was a bit more neutral before. But I have to say it. I am a Tonkla defender first.

The way his hand was shaking?? I am so curious about how he found out about Title being the killer and Great being there. Does it have anything to do with the camera footage bits we saw? Was that from the car or a bystandar?

Also I guess next episode we are picking back up with Great in limbo. Figuring out what is it that we saw in the first 5 episodes and how much of that was real. While learning how Tyme gets himself also in limbo.

[mlarty]

yo! i just wanna say i love the way you draw expressions, your style is awesome!

i wish i could inject your art straight into my bloodstream

Oh dear thank you so much! That's definitely a hot compliment 😈🖤

[lifblogs]

Not Alone

@ailesswhumptober Day 14 Seizures, Concussion, "See if you can follow my finger with your eyes."

Fandom: The Bad Batch Rating: Mature Word Count: 3856 Summary: Tech falls during a fight, and ends up hitting his head. It's up to his team to save him. WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence READ ON AO3

The stormtrooper Tech was fighting closed in faster than he had anticipated. Tech fired from both his blasters, glancing back behind him as he moved to make sure he wouldn’t fall down the hill.

It was too late.

The stormtrooper got within a meter of him, Tech fired, a shot burned right through their chest, but the forward momentum kept the stormtrooper’s body going, and it slammed right into Tech. Tech was thrown backwards, the slippery snow not doing him any favors.

And then he was falling, adrenaline alighting like a cold injection straight into his bloodstream.

Tech couldn’t help the cry he let out, but then it was stolen from him, the air knocked out of him.

Tech couldn’t tell what he was banging into, which way was up, where all his hurts were.

He knew nothing but blue sky, and white snow, and the dark gray boulders.

He knew he was closing in on the river.

Tech’s helmet went flying off, cold soundly smacking into his face.

Dirt and snow somehow got in his mouth, and he tried to breathe through his nose so he wouldn’t choke.

Freezing cold took over his body so soundly that he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

He’d separated from the stormtrooper’s body since it was now impaled on a fallen tree.

Tech couldn’t take in much else as icy water tried washing him away.

He hit his head, the pain so immense he thought he would die, and then he knew no more.

“Tech!” Omega cried, watching him fall through the corner of her eye.

“Omega, watch out!” Hunter cried.

The stormtrooper she’d been targeting made a rush for her.

Wrecker suddenly slammed into them. “Oh, no, you don’t!”

Omega started rushing for the hill, breathing hard, cold burning her throat and lungs.

Echo cried for her to get back, to wait for them.

There was no time.

She started making her way downhill, walking and sliding sideways to control her balance.

She slipped in the snow, and soon she was soaked. But she kept making her way down, aiming for a tree, or a boulder to steady her journey.

Omega saw the stormtrooper Tech had been fighting, blood soaking the fallen tree they’d gotten impaled on.

She searched for Tech, heart in her throat, hoping he hadn’t met a similar fate.

Her search was frantic, but she remembered what Hunter had told her in moments like is. She had to search by sweeping her eyes back and forth, up and down, and to not rush, or skip over anything. She took a deep breath in, even as it felt like ice stabbed her lungs.

“Slow,” she murmured to herself.

And then…

There he was!

“Oh no.”

Omega rushed over the smoothened rocks of the riverbed, twisting an ankle. She grimaced, but kept going.

Tech was in the water, unconscious, stuck on a boulder.

There was so much blood.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no. Tech!”

He didn’t respond.

Omega tried to reach him from where she stood on the shore, but she couldn’t do it.

Freezing water rushed past, and it made Tech’s body bob against the boulder. She had to somehow grab him before he was washed away.

She eyed the water before her, wondering what her chances of survival were if she stepped into it.

Bracing herself, inhaling, and then letting out a long exhale, Omega stepped into the water.

A cry left her at how cold it was, but she hardly let that stop her, putting her other foot in. The current nearly unbalanced her with the water only up to her ankles, but she still couldn’t reach.

Tech seemed to be drifting away from the boulder.

Without a single pause, Omega lunged after him, her breath stolen as she was nearly fully submerged in the icy water.

She grabbed Tech, and then started digging her feet in, gritting her teeth as she hauled him back to shore.

By the time Omega managed to get him ashore her muscles were frozen and aching, she was gasping for breath. Shivers took over, and all she could think was how she wanted it to stop, and had to brace herself for the next one, and then the next.

Black dots floated in her vision as her breathing worsened.

Still, she dragged herself over to Tech, the rocks like daggers against her with how biting and numb her skin was.

Teeth chattering, she gently shook one of his shoulders.

“Tech? Tech!”

He didn’t respond.

She checked his pulse, his breathing. His pulse was slow, breaths harsh. He was alive. 

For now.

“No, no, no, no, no.”

Omega tried to find where the bleeding was from, but there was so much of it that all she could tell was that it was from somewhere on his head.

It continued to flow out of him.

He was pale, lips blue. His body could barely shiver at the cold.

“Omega!” Echo cried.

“Here!” she called to him, raising an arm to tell him to hurry.

She looked back at Echo, dimly registering in her peripheral vision that Tech’s eyes were moving rapidly under his lids.

Echo had made it down the hill and was rushing over to them.

Hunter and Wrecker were making their way down too.

Suddenly, there was motion by her, and before she knew it something was squeezing her neck, and she couldn’t breathe.

Fear gripped her, and she tried to disarm her opponent the way Hunter had taught her—two fists together, slamming down at the wrist.

It wasn’t working, strange vibrations going through her nerves with each whack against… against Tech’s arm.

She didn’t understand.

He was awake now, and squeezing her tight, tighter. His pupils were huge.

“Tech, let her go,” Echo commanded.

A snarl was on his face, and if he hadn’t already been choking her that would have stolen her breath. It was so unlike him.

Suddenly, he released her, arm that had been filled with an uncanny level of strength now completely limp.

Omega gasped for air, found it was difficult, that her throat was sore, tight, and scratchy. She was coughing, on all fours, just wanting to breathe.

Her eyes watered.

Echo pulled her a safe distance away from Tech. She tried to reach out for Tech, wished she could tell him she wanted to stay.

“It’s okay, Omega. I’ve got it,” Hunter said, clearly aware of the situation.

He knelt by Tech, checking his eyes.

“This isn’t good,” Hunter said.

Omega shivered and coughed in Echo’s arms, teeth chattering.

“I’m getting you back to the Marauder,” Echo said.

Omega was too weak to struggle, but a raspy no left her.

“Omega, go with Echo.”

“No,” she begged, eyes only for Tech.

“That’s an order,” he told her.

“Come on,” Echo said, rising, getting Omega to her feet. “You can’t help him in the condition you’re in.”

“Why did he—” The rest of the words wouldn’t come out, interrupted by another coughing fit. At this point Omega felt like she was going to faint, or throw up.

“Looks like he hit his head,” Echo told her, only a pinprick of his worry coming through into his strong voice. “Sometimes in situations like this the brain panics and there’s an outburst of aggression.”

They met up with Wrecker, the latter heaving from getting down the hill.

“Want me to take her?” he asked Echo.

Echo tilted his head back toward Hunter and Tech. “We’re all good. Hunter’ll need your help with Tech.”

Wrecker put a warm hand on Omega’s shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay, kid.”

Omega missed his warmth as he passed, but she was soon put on Echo’s shoulders so he could carry her up the steep hill.

Shuddering from a blistering wind that hit her, she glanced back as she held onto Echo. She could hardly see Tech with Hunter and Wrecker tending to him.

It’s going to be okay, she told herself, only half-believing it. It’s going to be okay.

Tech wasn’t sure why he’d been sleeping, didn’t know why hard, round objects were pressing against his body, or why he was aching nearly everywhere. Something hot and sticky was on his face, yet his body was freezing cold, tight shivers wending through his muscles, his fingers and toes numb. His head hurt so badly that he wanted everyone to know; maybe it’d dissipate some of the pain.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t—

Tech tried to roll onto his side, struck with sudden, intense nausea. He tried opening his eyes to do so, but everything was too bright, like sunlight spearing directly into his brain. His head throbbed. His stomach lurched.

Someone must’ve been with him and seen what he was trying to do because a warm hand was on the side of his neck, keeping him steady, while he was rolled over.

Tech threw up, groaning, hating everything about his existence at that moment.

And then he was gasping for breath, chest aching like someone had dropped a weight on it. One inhale felt like his lungs were going to pop.

He tried to breathe in deep, but couldn’t. Tried again, again. He still couldn’t.

His brain seemed to swirl inside his head, flashing lights burst behind his eyes, all in an array of different colors.

His body was starting to go limp, even as his hands and legs were going rigid, his neck stiffening.

Tech screamed involuntarily as he passed out, a loud ringing in his ears.

Tech came to, something on his face covering his mouth and nose, body aching, tongue hurting, blood in his mouth. He tried to open his eyes, and saw Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker in bright flashes.

Tech groaned, tried moving, and found his body didn’t want to listen to him.

His head felt like it was filling with pressure. His skull was going to explode.

Tech tried to speak, but only mumbling came out.

He thought people were talking to him, but it was too loud, and too confusing. He… didn’t feel right. Didn’t know where he was, why he was there. He didn’t know anything.

“Tech, we have to get you back to the Marauder,” Hunter said.

“What… What’s… that?” he finally managed to ask.

“This isn’t good,” Wrecker mumbled.

“Tech, we immobilized your neck as best we could, but this will still be uncomfortable. Wrecker, make it quick.”

Tech hadn’t even realized there was something around his neck.

“Huh?”

He tried reaching for it, and only got his hand as far as his chest.

With a moan he let it drop back down.

“My… My head hurts,” he got out.

“I know,” Hunter said. “I know.”

Suddenly the world was moving, turning, spinning, tilting.

Tech was being carried over someone’s shoulders, and he threw up from being jostled so much.

His brain felt like it was going to short out.

He was getting rigid again.

“Oh… no,” he managed to mumble.

“Tech? Tech, I’m gonna put you down.”

“Mm…” He couldn’t say no.

The world spun, his brain sloshing around in his skull, someone stirring his aching brain.

The hard, round things were against him again, the roar of a fast-moving… something still to his left. Too loud. Too loud. Too loud! A cry left him.

The world went dark.

Tech was lying on something when he came to.

“Easy, Wrecker.”

“I got it, Sarge. I’m being careful.”

Tech’s body was swaying, and was tilted so much he thought he’d land on his feet and collapse.

“Where…?”

“We’re getting you back up the slope,” Hunter responded.

Tech wanted to beg them to stop, just wanted to stay still.

Someone or something was whining, and groaning, and panting.

Tech’s stomach sloshed, and he did his best to roll over so he didn’t aspirate.

This was by far the worst he had felt in his entire life, and he still didn’t know why.

And he was so cold. So, so cold, all of his clothes and armor wet.

Tech passed out, but the last thing he thought was at least his body hadn’t gone rigid first this time.

Darkness. There was darkness, and Tech could open his eyes.

Oh. Hmm.

“Why… is my vision blurry?” he asked, mask still on his face.

He wasn’t sure who he was asking, confused as to where he was, as to what that humming was that seemed to encase him.

His head hurt so bad. It felt like it was going to explode.

“You hit your head.”

“Oh.”

It was all he could say.

Then he realized something.

“Why… why am I… naked?”

It was true. Tech was completely stripped of clothes and armor, but he was wrapped in something soft and warm.

“So you don’t get hypothermia,” a girl said, her voice faint and hoarse.

Tech tried to turn his head, but couldn’t. And he was grateful for it because he was sure moving his head would have him losing sense of the world again.

“It’s okay. I’m wrapped in heated blankets too.”

“Head,” Tech said.

“Close your eyes,” Hunter advised. “I need to scan you.”

Tech did so, and still the bright blue light flashed and it was nearly too much, back arching, trying to go rigid.

Nausea welled up again, a distressed groan leaving him and hurting his ears.

“Kriffing sithspit,” Hunter cursed.

“What? What is it?” Omega asked.

“His skull’s filling with blood. Here, take this.”

Hunter walked off, his steps too loud, and Tech winced.

A small hand slipped into his, squeezing reassuringly.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Omega told him. “You’re gonna be fine.”

Slowly, his senses seemed to be leaving him, sensation fading from his body. Yet Tech could still feel Omega holding his hand.

“I… I can’t feel my body,” he slurred out.

“Echo, where’s the medical drill?” Hunter called.

Tech didn’t know what those words meant, but a strange fear was taking over him anyhow.

“Omega…”

“Yes, Tech?”

“Mm… Don’t—don’t let go of my hand. Please.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

He watched as Hunter returned.

“There’s gonna be a small pinch.”

“Hmm?”

He jabbed something into his neck, and in seconds Tech drifted from consciousness.

Hunter was sweating, looking at the datapad and the scanner, trying to understand how to do this procedure.

They had made it into hyperspace, Wrecker and Echo were doing most of the flying. Hunter and Omega were tending to Tech. Omega’s throat was all mottled black and blue, and she was wrapped in warm blankets, socks protecting her feet from the cold of the deck.

She had stopped shivering thankfully, and had more color in her face.

Echo had had her ice her throat so she could breathe, but had been the one to help her out of her freezing wet clothes, and into the warm blankets.

She’d stayed to help when Hunter had to do the same with Tech, no one caring much about his nudity amidst the injuries he had sustained.

He had a few fractures, a dislocation, and a severe concussion.

The concussion was their biggest worry. Hunter wasn’t sure how many more seizures Tech’s body could take, or how much brain swelling it could handle.

He took in deep breaths, and said, “Omega, I want you to leave. Go help Wrecker, and Echo.”

“Tech asked me to stay.”

Her weak voice was resolute, as was the way she held his hand, even in his drugged unconsciousness.

Hunter had never had to do this type of procedure before. He’d been trained for it, but sometimes, out in the field, training wasn’t enough.

His fingers shook slightly around the drill.

Come on. Tech’s dying. You have to do this.

Hunter brought the small drill to Tech’s head, and he began his work.

Omega helped a lot, fetching towels as Tech bled and bled, but even unconscious, there was more color in his face.

After drilling a few holes, Hunter checked the scanner.

With the blood coming out, his swelling was decreasing. In fact, his breathing was getting easier.

Omega continued to catch the blood that flowed out, lips set in a grim, straight line. Yet her face wasn’t pale, or green. She could stomach this, for Tech.

Hunter bandaged  Tech’s head once the steady flow turned into trickles and then into mere droplets.

Then he and Omega set to tending to his other injuries: a fractured arm, a fractured leg, and a dislocated wrist.

His neck had been wrenched, but immobilizing it was all they could do for now.

Humming filled Tech’s mind, came in through his ears, surrounded his body. It didn’t make him sick like he thought it would.

He groaned as he opened his eyes, feeling all his hurts.

His head had less pressure against it than before, but it still hurt.

Someone had dressed him, but made sure he stayed wrapped in blankets.

Hunter, maybe having heard his groan, came over to assess him.

“How ya feelin’?” he asked.

“Is that a trick question?”

Hunter laughed, and gripped Tech’s knee.

“You seem a bit more with it,” Hunter said.

“Yes,” Tech agreed. Though he was still confused as to how he’d gotten hurt.

Then it came to him in too-bright flashes, and he winced: the trooper, the hill, the river.

“Is he awake?” Omega whispered from somewhere.

Tech winced, grunting.

“No… no whispering, please.”

Omega, dressed in dry clothes, throat bruised and swollen, came over to him.

He couldn’t stop looking at her neck.

“Um…” Hunter said, leaning against the bulkhead. “You accidentally strangled her in your… acute distress.”

Tech couldn’t even remember it. Tears pricked in his eyes as he tried to remember and couldn’t, as he tried to understand how he could have done such a thing.

His hands shook, and he was able to move one of them out of sight.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he breathed out.

Omega came over, holding his hand that was in a brace, his forearm in a cast.

“It’s okay.”

He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes.

“All right, since you’re up,” Hunter said, “I need to run a few tests. You’re too injured to stand, but we can do a few different ones. So, first, open your eyes.” Tech did so, having a hard time with both vision and light. He ended up squinting. “Wider.” Tech groaned, but did so. Hunter held up a hand. “See if you can follow my finger with your eyes.”

Tech tried his best, but he kept growing too tired, or the light was too much, or the motion was too much.

He shuddered, a strange sensation passing through his brain.

Hunter did a few other tests, but he figured they all concluded he was doing poorly.

Hunter put a hand on his knee again. “Hang in there. We’re on our way to Ord Mantell to pick up AZI.”

Tech couldn’t remember who or what that was.

Time seemed to drift, Tech living in a perpetual cloud. It wasn’t long before he kept asking Omega what day it was, what time it was. He was shocked to hear time was indeed passing.

He still thought it was that morning.

And at other intervals he lost time to seizures.

But, they still had their mission ahead of them, the snowy planet surely down below, and—

Why wasn’t he flying?

Oh. Right. He’d hit his head.

Omega talked him through his other injuries, which weren’t as severe. She also mentioned the procedure Hunter had performed on him.

Tech could hardly tell Hunter had done such a thing, just knew his skull was no longer going to explode.

He slept, and slept, and slept, people waking him up periodically to see if he was okay.

He was okay.

Wasn’t he?

Eventually Tech woke to a droid hovering by him, and he raised his good arm to shield from the light of his scanners.

“Oh dear,” the droid said.

Tech didn’t like that.

The light seemed to hit his eyes wrong, and he was puffing air in and out, hard.

“I do believe CT-9902 is going to vomit,” the droid said.

That was all his family needed. Wrecker—when had Wrecker arrived? Had he been by his side the whole time?—gently turned him over, head over a bucket.

The droid, AZI, injected something burning into his deltoid as his body heaved, only bile coming up.

His eyes watered, and it was all too much. Tech let out a deep groan. Wrecker rubbed his back with a large hand.

“I know, Tech. But we got ya. We’re here.”

“There are medicines that will help heal CT-9902 from his various injuries, including the concussion, and seizures.”

Tech then realized he wasn’t in the Marauder, and was in the back room of some club. All his family were present.

“Are the seizures from the concussion?” Echo asked. “I mean, I know they are, but it… it didn’t trigger epilepsy, did it?”

“I do not believe so,” AZI said. “CT-9902 will have to stay put until he is seizure free without medication for twenty-four hours. With time, his brain will heal. However, it is possible memory will be impaired, along with… Well…”

“Just spit it out, AZI,” Omega grumbled.

“I am not sure if his specialized trait will be… specialized anymore.”

“Wait,” Tech said, bitten tongue feeling heavy. “I’m no longer intelligent? I won’t be anymore? But—but…”

Wrecker patted his good leg. “It’ll come back,” he promised. “And you’ll always be smart to me.”

Tech’s chest felt tight, even with Wrecker’s reassurance.

“How am I… me?” Tech asked, looking up at the rough ceiling above him.

Omega put a hand on his shoulder.

“How can I be myself again?”

“It’ll just take time,” Omega promised.

“But the Empire,” Tech said.

Hunter sighed. “Well, till further notice, you are grounded. Echo and Wrecker will switch out guarding you while the rest of us are away on missions.”

“Wait, I want to guard Tech too,” Omega exclaimed.

Tech lay back, listening to his family argue about this point, head hurting, mind lost (possibly forever).

“I’d like Omega on the guard rotations,” Tech requested.

There was silence.

“Fine.”

Omega jumped up and down, and then gently, very gently, she hugged him.

Tech did what he could to hide his tears.

“I’ll love any and every version of you,” Omega told him, words just for him. “And they all will too. No matter what, you’re important to us. You’re important to me. And… I know who you are.”

Tech’s breath caught in his throat.

“Even if you don’t.”

He held Omega against him as tightly as he could, secure in the thought that his personality, his identity, his being, was carried by his sister. And the rest of his squad too.

AZI didn’t bother having Omega leave, or asking Tech to relax his arm. He gave him his first dose of medicine, Tech wincing against Omega as the needle went in.

He supposed now that he’d survived, these were the first steps on his way to recovery.

Tech, terrified and lost, was grateful he wouldn’t be doing this alone.

[hooliganarachnid]

“Miguel O’Hara is secretly evil,” “Miguel O’Hara is secretly an Inheritor!” “Man’s just straight up a vampire” “Nah he’s just half spider, and has fangs and stuff, but is not a vampire get your damn facts right”

Ladies, gentlemen, and those who know better, we have already solved the great “what is 2099?” debacle, and we just don’t realize it. Not a gosh darn scene in across the spider-verse was waisted, and no, people who are saying he is a vampire should not be trampled by nerds citing the various comic runs.

Because, tall dark and triangular is an inheritor, just not one straight from the spider-verse comic run. There is definitely not going to be some huge “oh no there were inheritors all along!” Reveal in Beyond the Spider-verse because a) that would be stupid and b) they don’t have enough gosh darn room for another plot point.

Miguel is an inheritor in narrative purpose. The inheritors are inter dimensional vampire creatures who feed off of the life force energy of spidermen (for those unaware) and by the end of this discombobulated essay I’m going to prove that he reaches all of these criteria. Inter dimensional traveler, check, and definitely, definitely a vampire of some kind. The spider-man 2099 in atsv nearly bites a man’s neck in literally one of the first scenes he appears in, with several stylized shots (specifically focusing on his teeth) that mimic the classic ‘vampire’ look. Heck—he even has a very deliberate conversation with Jessica drew where she encourages him to reach out to other people, and he says “no,” then “you know why.” Not “I’m too busy with work” but instead a much more vague and purposeful statement. This, combined with the very, VERY vampire—like scene in the same section of the movie seems to suggest that he may fit into some of the classic brooding, self isolating vampire tropes. (Don’t even get me started on the clear greyish/purple tone of his skin in certain scenes, which was certainly not shown in any of the 2099 comics I’ve read.) Gwen even calls him out on it, calling dark Garfield a “vampire ninja Spider-Man.” Sure, she could be using hyperbole, exaggerating “Spider-Man with fangs” to “vampire,” but it still is a valid piece of information in line with the other evidence.

But what about the whole “vampire only for Spider-men thing?” You ask. Well strap in because I’m about to nerd out on some excellent visual storytelling in this masterpiece of a film. In that scene where we flash to Miguel in his lab, being all broody, he starts up his whole introduction thing again. The same speech he tried to give Gwen “My name is Miguel O’Hara, and I was bitten by a radioactive spider,” is what is expected. It’s the same song and dance we were shown in the last movie, but Miguel very, very specifically does not say the “I was bitten by a radioactive spider” line. For my fellows who haven’t read the 90s 2099 comics, he actually wasn’t—instead got his powers from a genetics experiment gone wrong. Then, moments later, he injects himself with an unknown, glowing green vial. We don’t know what it is—no explanation is given, but VISUALLY? We definitely, definitely know. The injection shows us the same visual of a substance entering someone’s bloodstream and merging with cells as we are shown in every single instance of a spider bite. He’s artificially injecting himself with some kind of radioactive spider venom. The movie intentionally alludes to something missing, then, shows it in the same scene. We are supposed to interpret the vial as obviously spider venom.

Think of the sequence of scenes in which he appears—an intense battle, fangs out and very vampy looking, then (despite the two month time skip) he is shown injecting himself with spider venom, that, in the following conversation with miles, makes him look quite human. He’s in control in these scenes, at least, until the end of the chase, where he has full on glowing red eyes and is acting very, VERY violent. The substance he injects himself wears off. Like a vampire drinking blood and then being hungry again. The last key piece of evidence proving Miguel’s inheritor status (again, not an actual inheritor but a vamp specifically for spider-men) is found in the members of his inner circle. The people he calls for help to chase down miles. Jessica Drew, and Ben Riley. Two people who were not bitten by a radioactive spider, and therefore, likely have a slightly different composition of powers. They weren’t bitten by the same thing that Miguel needs to function, making them the only two spider people that Miguel chooses to trust, and let in wholeheartedly. So many other details about Miguel’s characterization make more sense looking at it from this angle. He wants Peter B Parker to leave not just because he’s anoying, but because Miguel is afraid of hurting him. He doesn’t want Gwen to join—especially not have her join his elite force for that same reason. He’s angry, he’s violent, and desperately trying to push anyone he’s afraid of hurting away. Fuck it—even the LEGO PETER thing goes beyond an adorable joke looking at it from this angle. He’s plastic! Miguel literally cannot hurt him in any way!

Anyway, just wanted to share my take on the movie, and more specifically, some of the Miguel plot points, while also defend some vampire Miguel truthers (as a comic book fan) because I think the idea is an excellent homage to the OG spider-verse comics. If you read this far, I hope your pillow is forever cold and your plants never die.

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Midnight

Notes: Sorry for the lack of updates. High school, my beloathed. Anyway, this is from my phone's notes, some of y'all alr read it from the gc, but here it is for those who haven't!

TW: Non-con drugging, blood mention, yandere whumper, implied touch-starvation

Everything. They could hear everything, from the careful, light patter of their bare feet on the cold ceramic, the air flowing in from the little crack in the wall, and their own erratic breathing.

They can barely see, but they've been in this damned mansion long enough to know every seemingly inconsequential detail of it by heart. They make their way almost mechanically around the place, but in a speed that would normally frustrate them, a necessary precaution.

They can't help but take one too many fleeting glances behind them, flinching at any little noise or movement of the shadows. Their heart felt like it was in their knees, beating at a speed they never knew it was capable of.

Their grip tightens on the pair of sneakers clutched in their left hand, never mind that it was 'a gift' from Whumper. Survival outweighed pride here. They have to do this, it's their only chance. The sweet, seemingly treacherous promise of freedom is the only thing that helps calm their nerves, stops them from falling in an unconscious heap on the floor after being paralysed with fear.

They finally make it to the door, feeling the rush of adrenaline course through their veins as they unlock it, the sweet taste of the midnight air on their tongue, its coolness feeling great on their burning face, the all-encompassing euphoria of freedom pulsing through them like a chemical injected swiftly into their veins. . .

Oh so beautiful, oh so short-lived. They feel a steady grip around their form, neither harsh nor painful, but firm and impossible to break out of.

Whumper lets out an amused chuckle which sends shivers down Whumpee's spine. They feel the heat radiating of their captor's sleep-warm form, not that it brings them any comfort.

"Tsk tsk, is this what we agreed upon, Whumpee? I thought you knew better than to make such a mistake. And after all I've done for you," they breathe out, mock-wistfulness lining their tone.

Whumpee's heart rate accelerates, and their whole body stiffens up in mere moments. "Oh, relax, will you?" Whumper kneads out the tension in their muscles with one hand, the other still keeping its death grip on them. They despise how their shoulders sag, how soothing the touch feels, how their body betrays them.

"Y-you h-hurt me," they stammer, furiously blinking away the tears forming on the tips of their lashes.

"I only do that when you misbehave, Whumpee," they half-growl through gritted teeth, now digging their nails into the skin, drawing blood, and it was their luck that Whumper liked to keep theirs long, and they let out a wince. At that, Whumper smirks, resuming the careful rubbing of Whumpee's back again. "How else will you learn? Rules don't stick without consequences."

Whumpee let out a strangled cry they fail to completely muffle. "Shhhh," Whumper soothes.

They produce a syringe from their pocket, filled with a strange, blue liquid. Whumpee's emerald eyes widen like saucers, and they feel their breathing hitch, and a soft whine escapes their lips.

Whumper only lets out a soft laugh, shaking their head. They inject the azure contents of the syringe straight into the now-sobbing Whumpee's bloodstream. The needle hurts like hell, and they're engulfed by a consuming dizziness as the world around them dissolved into pitch black darkness.

They wake up in their room to a hand running through their hair and a warm smile. "Care-Caretaker?" they half-yawn, voice still hoarse from sleep.

The shrill cackle, the ever-so-subtle tightening of the grip on their hair and the "No, sweetheart," provide more than enough in terms of an answer to their question."

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[hiemaldesirae]

This is a joke, and is following Hannibal season 1 storyline: Alastor, on his knees begging God to free Vox from prison after he's the one who sent him there: "I know I'm bad at math, but man I fucked up...I'm so bored, i need my Vox, please lord."

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENS IN THIS SHOW. ARE YOU SERIOUSLY FUCKING TELLING ME TTHE ONLY GOOD GUY IN THAT HOT MESS GETS SENT TO JAIL???? oh my god no wonder people went crazy for this shit when it aired every new piece of information i learn gets injected straight into my bloodstream like 500mg of fentanyl

anyway. this is funny but neither of them are going to jail at the end of this im afraid. i need both my horrid little bastards out in the world committing crime and serving cunt

[todayisafridaynight]

this might not make sense. but i feel like after moving to america masato’s dramatic ass would start thinking of Daigo as Right Person Wrong Time & like he’d make Daigo the embodiment of his “sordid” youth & how he’s Outgrown smudged eyeliner and drunken bathroom hookups. so he Becomes Ryo Aoki and returns to Japan & sees chairman Daigo with his slicked back hair & pressed suit & pleasant smiles, the same image that Ryo Aoki wears, but different, somehow. Daigo still has his familiar stubble & his dark eyes, Shitty 20-something Daigo is still there in Chairman Daigo. somehow, Daigo managed to change, managed to be this better, fuller, realer person without killing off his former self. while Ryo Aoki changed his name, burned his bridges, went under the knife and became an entirely new being. I think it’d infuriate Masato, it’d drive him mad, out of jealousy and superiority. How stupid of Daigo to keep his past so close to his chest. How lucky of Daigo to be able to transform without having to shoot his past between the eyes.

Meanwhile Daigo is just like 🧍‍♂️ nice glasses nerd.

(Sorry if this is incoherent)

anon i cant stress how much im eating this and seasoning it and putting it in every soup and dish i make i am injecting this straight into my bloodstream and i'm turning this into a pill so i can take it every day oh my god

[no-romo-hoes]

How to enslave your brain-damaged son?

Yooooo so I just had this crazy dream, right? It’s a How To Train Your Dragon dream. but it’s like, reaaaaaally dark.

Ok so most of the plot is the same. Hiccup is horribly mistreated and neglected by his father, meets Toothless, plans to run away (which would have been an awesome film of its own) but doesn’t, tries to prove dragons are actually pretty neat, fails, blah blah blah you get it. But in my dream, when the vikings capture Toothless in the arena, Hiccup gets a pretty nasty blow to the head and suffers some freaky brain damage. And I’m not talking concussion, or even comatose, I’m talking lose-90%-of-your-memory-and-rewrite-your-personality type brain damage. 

So Hiccup has kinda lost his macaroni, he’s basically become a human-hating violent-ass kill-on-sight maniac, and Stoic has to chain him up so he doesn’t hurt anyone. Also he’s somehow really good at hitting people with a wooden staff, so that’s a thing too. Now the vikings are still dicks and Stoic is even worse than is canonical, so they wonder.

“Hmm... ah wonder what to deur with mah psycho son who’s completely bat-shit crehzy and his psycho dragon pet. Oh! Ah know! Ah’ll mek ‘em gladiators!!” 

(Stoic decides to make Hiccup and Toothless gladiators for those who can’t read Scot)

So now Toothless and Hiccup are enslaved by the vikings and forced to fight other vikings and dragons as entertainment. Hiccup (who again doesn’t remember anything except the fact that he loves Toothless) is forced to wear a helmet that looks like the one he wears in httyd2 that’s linked to some sort of device that Gobber controls. Whenever Hiccup gets too close to the crowd or hurts his opponent too badly, Gobber turns a dial that injects iron from the helmet straight into Hiccup’s bloodstream. truly truly vile, especially when you can actually feel the blood thicken and weigh you down. it hurt, honestly.

Anyway yeah that was my dream. someone can use it as inspiration for a fanfic, I don’t really care as long as you credit me :)

[bitchkay]

Free anonymous ask to talk about Quartus and any headcanons you have about him lmao

Heck, make this about a fanfic if you want

Talk about him, go crazy, go stupid, go batshit insane even

[Ask received: oct 2nd]

You dont fucking understand I'm so fucking feral about him.

Its the fact I should probably be embarrassed about it but yall I'm too far gone😣😣

You know how you see comments like "oh I hear sumn puring😼😼" that was me.

Literally as soon as that man came on the screen I was like 'oh... *gulp*... why my pussy thumpin--'

Like bro is saying the most horrifying, terrible shit and I'm like

I'd literally let that man do unspeakable things to me.

Quartus was introduced in the second to last chapter of book four so in the last chapter yk when Secondus was introduced literally as soon as he popped up on the screen I was like "Hi daddy😋" OUT LOUD‼ LIKE I SAID THAT SHIT‼

IM SO FUCKING DELUSIONAL YALL IM SO MENTALLY ILL ABOUT HIM

Bro said this —THIS EXACT SCREENSHOT TOO- and I was like... I need to fuck him right this minute😋😋

Yall I'd let him face fuck me until I throw up all over it.

I'd literally let him ruin me.

Tear me the fuck apart.

I'm but a hole.

I'd literally let that man use my mouth as a cum dumpster.

My throat is a daycare.

As soon as he has an erection I'm on my fucking knees. Tongue out. Ready to serve. Bent over. Pussy wet. Cock sleeve ready to be filled.

I wanna be fucked.

I want him to fuck me.

Yall do not fucking understand, every and all ounce of decorum just goes straight out the fucking window

He can misgender me and I'd call it degradation bitch I'm moaning louder‼

Slap me around like a whore‼

Quartus: *literally just on the screen*

Listen

I'm not gon lie yall.

I'm so horny rn--

Nah cus look, the gold chain is enough for me.

BUT THE RINGS--⁉️⁉️

IM LITERALLY OUT OF COMMISSION

IM DONE

IM FUCKING DONE

IM SO FUCKING FERAL YALL

no cus--

YALL--

those rings will be covered in cum when hes done with me.

listen--

WHEN HES KNUCKLES DEEP IN MY--

im gonna cry yall.

I want that gold chain swinging in my face while he wrecking my shit up.

That goddamn necklace be slapping me in the face and shit all while hes plowing me into oblivion.

HIS DICK IS SO BIG YALL😭😭

YALL

NAH CUS HIS DICK IS SO BIG YALL IM GOING INSANE

it's so meaty and thick--

MY BRAIN IS BRAINING YALL

Oh I bet it's heavy too--

IM SHORT CIRCUITING

I probably wouldn't even be able to take it🤭🤭

It's like shoving a sausage into a key hole😳

He'd make it fit tho😋(by force)

Yall lucky I'm flexible, bro would break my fucking back

Fortunately for me I have scoliosis so my back would hurt either way😼😼

HE HAS BOOBS YALL

BIG BEEFY BOOBIES MMMFFHSHSHIWHENDMDKDHDHD--

I'm not okay.

I'm so unwell yall🤒

This how you know I'm gone😵💫💫

Cus all self respect I ever had for myself just goes flying out the windows poof💨 gone

It's not even like bro is morally grey, bro is just evil and I fuck with it😋

I wanna fuck w/ him👁👁

I wanna fuck him.

Yall I think I been celibate for too long-- LMFAOO--

Cus yall I want him so bad

I need him to be injected into my bloodstream(sexual)

Literally toss me arround like a slut😵

I will be nothing if not a concubine for him.

Quartus can literally break all my bones and I'd cum.

Like it's crazy

I'd drink his cum like a fucking milkshake yummy

Fill me up daddy😩😩

Me when he's done w/ me:

I'm not okay yall

Like I'm so out of sorts rn😣✨

He can kill me and I'd just like "harder daddy😋😋" like I'm so fucking crazy

Like bro literally showed up on screen and worked his way into my fucking prefrontal cortex.

This man makes my mars sign go haywire like I'm so fucking horny for him😣😣

Yall I think I need a lobotomy--

Like I need to fixed

I'm so not normal

I'm not okay

I'm so fucking unwell

I need Quartus literally inside my body.

I'm literally just a vessel. A hole. A pussy.

Bro showed up on the screen and made me his bitch.

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GOD DAMN THAT’S GOOD. Heartwrenching, dramatic, perfectly bittersweet just...oh man, I want to inject this straight into my bloodstream

All That You’ll Take

Pairing: Colossus/ Piotr Rasputin x Reader

Summary: Piotr and reader suffer a loss at the hands of the x-men, can they find it within themselves to keep fighting for the good guys?

Warnings: character death, grief, angst.

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The faux fur of your thick winter jacket tickled your neck, the chilly wind blowing the soft fibers directly on you. You wrapped the long fibers around your fingers and gave a tug, easily ripping them out.

As you let the wind blow the fur from your fingers, tears began to well up in your eyes and your throat tightened.

The fibers were gone. Missing from your jacket forever, never to be reunited with the other strands of fur. Gone..for the rest of your life.

You turned your attention to Piotr, tears rolled down his face in a continuous cascade. He was standing right next to you, but he felt a million miles away.

You wished you could comfort him, you wished you knew how. But you could barely console yourself through your own grief.

It was the dead of winter, cold and bitter, but it couldn’t compare to the bitterness within your heart.

There was a point in time when you would’ve laid down your life for your fellow X- Men. A time when you trusted them with your own life. A time when your team truly felt like a family.

A simpler time.

You had many fond memories of your time at Xavier’s Institute. You’d met Piotr there, even married him there. It’s where your first held your son in your arms. You formed unbreakable bonds with your friends, taught and trained many students, Including your son, Ilya.

But now you couldn’t even bear to look at it, couldn’t bear to be in it.

The officiant finished the eulogy and gave a slight nod towards you and Piotr. Together, you two walked up to the simple pine box, Piotr letting out a wavering breath.

You dragged your gloved fingers along the grain. It was a mighty fine piece of woodwork, the best around.

Piotr spoke first,

“до свидания мой сын.” (Goodbye, my son) he said, placing his and Ilya’s favorite book on the casket.

“Покойся с миром, мой ребенок.” (rest in peace, my child) you said and placed a flower on top of the book.

You watched as your fellow X-men placed trinkets and things on the casket. Ilya was loved by so many.

You buried him on the highest hillside on Piotr’s family’s farm. You and Piotr declined to bury him at the mansion, you wanted him to rest in peace, to be far away from the life that got him killed.

You couldn’t help but feel hatred towards your team, they were supposed to keep each other safe. It was a stupid mistake..but it cost your son, your only child, his life. It was so easily preventable, yet it still happened. The team knew your anxiety and your worries, they knew their promise to keep him safe. They knew struggle you had to go through to have your son. He was just learning to be a X-Man. He was so eager to follow in your and Colossus’ footsteps. Ilya was so excited to go on his first mission.

He had been going on missions since he was 16. You and Piotr were so damn proud of him, you’d just started letting him go on missions without you and his father.

You were regretting that decision right about now.

You remembered Piotr saying “the boy is 21 years old ,my dear, he will be okay…he’s the best parts of you and me. Besides, we are getting old, time to let the young students take care of things.”

And of course you sassed back with a comment about how he’s getting old, not you…even though your joints popped when got got out of bed in the morning and you went to bed at the ripe old time of 9pm. Oh the life of an X-Man.

“Some life” you scoffed to yourself.

You and Piotr had given decades of your lives to the X-Men and this was your reward?? Unimaginable grief? Pain?

.

Over the next few months, Piotr only grew more distant, your grief driving a wedge between you two. You thought things were looking up when he said he had something planned for the two of you.

But your stomach turned when the car pulled up to the residence of none other than sworn enemy of the X-Men, Magneto.

“Piotr w-what’s happening?” You asked, your voice panic-stricken.

He turned towards you and took your hands in his.

“My feelings of anger, hurt, and betrayal have not gone away since Ilya’s funeral. I no longer feel like part of the X-Men. So I have sought a place where I do belong…where we belong.” He explained, rubbing his thumbs along the back of your hands.

“But Magneto’s brotherhood?!” You nearly yelled.

“Please..hear them out (y/n), hear me out.”

You took a deep breath.

“Okay.” You surrendered.

You two walked up to the elegant front door, a botanical pattern was delicately carved into the pine.

Pine.

Piotr knocked and not even two seconds later, Eric Lehnsherr opened the door. Must’ve been expecting you.

“Hello, Piotr.”

“привет.”(hello) He greeted, you could tell this wasn’t their first meeting.

“(Y/n). My condolences.” Magneto extended his hand and you hesitantly shook it.

“Thanks.” You said, stepping inside.

-

After that night at Magneto’s you and Piotr had decided to give each other some much needed time and space away from each other and the X-mansion.

You were just starting to feel okay when there was a knock at your door.

It was Scott and Ororo.

“We got wind that Colossus is being held at Magneto’s place.”

“Held?”

They nodded.

You knew that no one could really “hold” Colossus, you’d seen him plow his way through many enemies, so you figured something else was up.

Your stomach began to churn, there’s no way he actually joined Magneto right? Piotr, your lawful good, protein bar- eating, wouldn’t hurt an innocent fly, husband..surely not, right?

You got in the car with Ororo, Scott, Logan, Kurt, and Charles.

You exchanged polite greetings but nothing further. They felt distant from you, your loss leaving you a shell of your former self.

-

Residence of the brotherhood of evil mutants.

The car pulled to a halt outside of the house. You were the last to exit the car, standing behind everyone else.

You were greeted by Eric standing in the doorway.

“Where’s Colossus?” Scott asked, getting straight to the point, leaving to time for pleasantries.

Magneto wordlessly stepped aside, letting Piotr step outside. You almost didn’t recognize him. His once colorful, red and yellow uniform, now black and gray. Sad.

Everyone was shocked to see him there, willingly, including you.

“Colossus, my friend, what- what’s going on? Let’s go home.” Kurt begged.

He walked down the steps, getting closer to the people who he once considered his family.

“Life as an x-man..It has taken my son from me, it has taken a toll on my body, taken time away from me that could’ve been spent with my wife. What will you take next? My freedom?! My own life?!”

“Colossus it was an accident! We all miss Ilya dearly.”

“You do not miss him like I do, like we do.” Colossus said, pointing towards you.

“This is crazy Colossus, come on.” Scott begged.

Piotr let out a heavy sigh.

“What hurts the most is-“ he paused, feeling tears well up. But now wasn’t a time for tears. “You all acting like he never existed, ignoring the pain myself and (y/n) are feeling! Not one of you volunteered to teach our classes, help with his memorial, and not one of you sorry, selfish, pricks protected him!”

The team was quiet, reflecting on Piotr’s words. They did help with those things, but they guessed it wasn’t in the way Piotr needed.

You had never seen him so angry.

You walked to the forefront of the group, not believing your eyes. Your sweet husband, turning away from everything good.

“Piotr…” you started, your voice cracking. You hadn’t seen him in months.

Upon seeing you, he transformed out of defense mode and closed the gap between him and you, his scowl softening.

You stopped a moment to take him in. His eyes were tired, his hair more gray than the last time you saw him. His frown lines were more engraved on his face, he hadn’t shaved in a while either.

Just then and only then, you saw just how much losing Ilya, being a part from you, and losing his X-family affected him. His heart was shattered.

“Baby, please, come home.” You pleaded, your voice threatening to break.

He only stared at you.

Wordlessly, he held out his hand, wanting you to take it. To join him.

You hesitated, the events of recent months played over in your mind.

You reached out to take his hand, but stopped half way. You drowned out the rest of the team yelling at you to stop.

“They care about me, (y/n). About us, about mutant kind. They take care of their own, not leaving them to be slaughtered like livestock.”

You glanced back at the others, desperately trying to get to you, but were being held back by Magneto’s powers.

You turned your attention back to Colossus, his hand still outstretched.

You hesitated once again, debating whether or not to take his hand. You met his gaze, those baby blue eyes told you everything you needed to know.

You’d made your decision.

-END-

Authors Note: whaoahhh ambiguous ending! Let me know what you would’ve decided.

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[CN] S2 Gavin and MC in Chapter 19 (Part Two)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers from Season 2 🍒

My focus is on Gavin x MC interactions, so content relating to the plot will be in bullet-points :>

Part One: here

[ Notable Scene: Infiltrating the STF ]

MC: ...but aren’t you relieved from your duties?

Gavin seems to guess the words I haven’t said, and he lets out a soft, unnatural cough.

Gavin: I know every patrolling post in the STF, patrol timings and angles of the surveillance cameras. I can ensure that we’d get in successfully without anyone noticing. However, since I only saw his face from four years ago...

MC: I’ll go with you. As long as I see his face, I can point him out to you.

Gavin has a teasing smile in his eyes, perhaps seeing the urgency written on my face.

Gavin: In that case, let’s go for a walk in STF tonight.

-

Late at night, Gavin and I infiltrate the STF through an outer wall.

Pale moonlight outlines a misty halo around him, softening his edges.

He finds an open window with ease. Lifting me up, he lets me jump through the window before leaping in himself.

This appears to be a utility room.

MC: Captain Gavin’s really good at this.

Gavin: This is the STF. I won’t bump into anyone even with my eyes closed, much less the walls.

Before Gavin finishes speaking, Tang Chao walks in with a bowl of instant noodles, a wicked smile on his face while he pushes the door open.

Tang Chao: Instant noodles must be eaten on the sly. Otherwise, I might-

When Tang Chao sees Gavin, he pauses in his footsteps.

In this short span of time, we look at each other speechlessly, the only thing left being the steam rising from the instant noodles.

All of a sudden, Tang Chao rolls his eyes, his body doing a 180 degree turn. With the instant noodles in hand, he steps out of the door before closing it.

Gavin: ...

MC: ...didn’t you say you wouldn’t bump into anyone even with your eyes closed?

Moonlight streams in from the window, illuminating the side of his face clearly. I turn my head stiffly, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs slightly.

Gavin: Tang Chao is slacking off.

Tang Chao’s slightly frantic voice can be heard indistinctly.

Tang Chao: Since Captain hasn’t been around, there were changes to the duty roster... Please save me. That was so awkward. Oh no, I don’t want to run laps...

I stare at Gavin quietly. His expression has returned to normal, as though nothing happened.

Gavin: It’s okay, let’s continue.

Gavin listens to the surroundings calmly. After a moment, he pulls me out of the utility room.

Suddenly, a set of uniform footsteps can be heard from behind us.

STF Agent: ...

Even before we can turn, the regular footsteps turn into small, scattered steps, akin to busy bees fleeing in disarray. The surroundings slowly return to silence.

MC: Have we been completely exposed...?

With a soft cough, a reddish hue climbs up the tips of Gavin’s ears.

Gavin: It doesn’t count if we aren’t caught. 

Eli (through the speakers): Hey hey hey.

Eli’s voice suddenly drifts from the STF’s broadcast speakers. Gavin carefully pulls me over to hide in a shadowy corner of the corridor.

Eli (through the speakers): ...due to some indescribable reasons, all the surveillance cameras in the STF will take a break for 15 minutes. If a certain colleague wishes to go somewhere or do something, please do so quickly.

Gavin: ...

MC: Pfft.

Seeing Gavin’s slightly speechless expression, I can’t help but laugh aloud.

This person is protected by many people who are unafraid of anything, isn’t he?

After this, we occasionally bump into familiar faces. However, they seem to have made a prior arrangement, and choose to ignore us.

Gavin seems to hesitate on whether he should make an explanation, but it eventually turns into one sigh after another.

In the end, we “very successfully” step into the room with the “Eye in the Sky” system.

Using the system, Gavin retrieves footage from the football match, and MC is able to identify the wheelchair-bound man, Du Wen

Gavin then searches up information on him as well as his approximate whereabouts

The both of them find him in a small alley

He admits that he’s the founder of the Fulcrum Charity Organisation, and has been assisting Gray Rhino in whatever he can

He claims that he means them no harm. To prove this, he allows MC to read his memories

Although they find the circumstances too convenient and deliberate, MC reads his memories because why not

She notices that certain memories have been stored in a misty bubble, just like the “firewall” she installed for Gavin earlier

Still, she searches for memories from the New Years Change Incident

She "sweeps” these memories into her own mind, and confirms that he’s indeed a victim of the incident

Gavin asks how he should contact Du Wen in the future, and the latter says he’d appear during a safe time

Once they leave, MC tells Gavin that they can use the Golden Apple 2 to display the memories she saw

Gavin says that Du Wen’s words aren’t trustworthy, but at least they have some leads that could further guide them to the truth

The next afternoon, MC learns from Kiki that the exhibition hall will be re-opening the next day. So she contacts Gavin and plan to sneak into it that same night

When she arrives, there’s someone else with Gavin - an elderly man with a missing left arm

She finds him familiar

[ Notable Scene: MC meets Captain Yan ]

Gavin: MC, this is the old policeman, Captain Yan. Today, he’s mainly here to cover for us. Captain Yan, this is...

Captain Yan: No need for introductions. You’ve mentioned her many times.

Before I can express my shock, Captain Yan sends me a warm gaze.

Captain Yan: MC, we met once at the hospital. I always hear your name from this young lad, so I’m pretty familiar with you.

Captain Yan smiles teasingly, then gives Gavin a meaningful look.

Captain Yan: If he ever bullies you, remember to tell me. As his senior, I’ll give him a proper scolding.

MC: O-okay! Thanks, Uncle Yan.

Gavin: Cough. We’ll leave the pleasantries for next time. We should go now.

With this, Gavin speeds up and walks forward, a faint red hue climbing up the tips of his ears.

Seeing Captain Yan’s grin, I hurriedly lower my head and follow after him.

MC: Gavin, wait for me!

With Captain Yan keeping watch, MC and Gavin use the Golden Apple 2

In the simulated memories of the New Years Change Incident, Gavin notices post-injection bruises on Du Wen’s hand

Du Wen and those around him don’t seem to know what’s going on, but they’re frightened due to the sounds of gunshots and explosions outside

A handful of Evolvers revolt, but are shot to death by officers dressed in NW uniforms

Du Wen flees, and the both of them follow after him

In the end, they watch as a beam crushes the lower part of Du Wen’s body

At the same time, a drone in the simulation appears to take aim at MC

[ Notable Scene: Gavin’s Protection ]

Gavin: MC!

An urgent exclamation drifts to my ears. Turning to the voice, I see Gavin lunging towards me involuntarily.

Those amber eyes grow large in front of me. In the next second, I’m enveloped in Gavin’s arms.

My cheek is pressed tightly to his chest, and powerful heartbeats echo at my ear.

His heart is beating very quickly - so quickly that my heart subconsciously matches its frequency.

“Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.”

It’s as though these powerful heartbeats are the only things left in the entire world.

In every difficult or dangerous situation, I’m always able to hear this sound.

It’s as though they have melded into my bloodstream, becoming a kind of instinct.

Gavin: It’s fine, there's no need to leave the system.

Gavin’s hand is by his ear. After stating his judgement calmly, he looks at me.

Gavin: Are you okay?

MC: Gavin, this is fake.

Gavin: Mm. But my body seems to have reacted a little faster than my brain.

His amber eyes reflect the blood-coloured sky, filled with worry and fret that he hasn’t had the time to shed off.

Gavin: Whether it’s real or an illusion, I don’t want you to get hurt in front of me.

MC: But they would simply pass through my body.

Gavin: Not even if they pass through.

He speaks unyieldingly.

MC: Okay, whatever you say.

Gavin: Let’s get out of here.

They continue looking at the chaos and hear the sounds of crying and screaming

Gavin appears composed, but the fingertips holding onto MC are quivering, as though he's barely suppressing his anger at the injustice before him

The scene shifts, and what appears before them is a NW laboratory

Du Wen has thick tubes stuck all over him, and he’s submerged in a gigantic apparatus

MC traces that the memory is from 2 months prior to the New Years Change Incident

A senior official from NW walks in, and he seems to be in charge of a secret experiment

[ Notable Scene: Gavin and MC’s Future Father-in-law]

His eyes are steadfast and icy, as though nothing can sway him.

And nothing can destroy or obstruct him.

Gavin stands rooted to the spot. He watches as the man draws closer and closer to himself-

And walks straight through him.

Gavin has already matured into someone whose height is on par with his. They have incredibly similar features, and they even share an identical straight and powerful gait.

However, Gavin doesn’t turn around. His entire body remains stiff until the world gradually gathers into a patch of darkness.

He doesn’t move. The faint white light causes him to look pale.

Slowly, he lowers his head, covering his eyes.

I stand behind him, not saying a word.

That senior official is Gavin’s father.

Once they’re out of the Golden Apple 2, Captain Yan notices how solemn Gavin looks

Gavin takes Captain Yan and MC to a simple apartment to talk

Gavin fills Captain Yan in on what they saw

Captain Yan and Gavin start discussing what happened, and MC heads over to the window to look at the view despite the best view being Gavin

Gavin brings up the laboratory, and Captain Yan asks if he saw “that person”. Gavin grits his teeth and says, “I saw him.”

[ Notable Scene: The End of Chapter 19 ]

Gavin: MC, I’ll send you home.

By the time Gavin comes up from behind me, Captain Yan has already left.

I notice Gavin’s tense lower jaw. He seems to be doing his best to appear natural in front of me.

To appear as though he doesn’t care.

Seeing this person before me, I feel my heart being clenched tight.

MC: Gavin, I want to go somewhere before heading home. Could you accompany me?

-

When we leap over the walls of Loveland High, confusion flashes across his eyes.

The gentle evening breeze brushes his fringe, and his figure is immersed in patches of moonlight.

It’s been a very long time since I last returned to this place. But images from this place always surface in my mind.

The field, the stairs, the roof, the gymnasium late at night, and the infirmary.

During that period of time I had re-lived, I wanted nothing more than for time to move a little faster.

So that I’d be able to reach that day when I could walk over to him a little sooner.

However, this year, I’m reluctant to let time pass by as quickly. 

During the time in which the wind blew by, that young man filled all my memories related to youth.

That’s how reluctant I am.

That’s why I’ve been walking slowly on purpose. Even so, in just the blink of an eye, he disappeared in the breeze of youth.

Pulling on Gavin’s hand, we walk along the field, and walk into the depths of the forest behind the school.

MC: Gavin, I think you’re angry.

I turn my head to the side to look at him. Gavin simply furrows his brows slightly, and it’s clear that he feels a little uneasy.

MC: You don’t need to pretend that nothing’s bothering you in front of me. Anger isn’t something you should feel ashamed of.

Gavin: I...

He opens his mouth, but something sews it up again.

A fierce wind suddenly rises, causing countless fallen leaves to swirl in the air.

They are reminiscent of incessant, agonised screams.

Gavin: I... just can’t understand. There are clearly many other methods. There are many other choices.

His words are blended into the wind, suppressed and pained.

I don’t turn my head to look at his expression. I simply stand beside him quietly, our fingers interlaced together, standing in the middle of the fierce gale.

With the flow of time, the fierce gale becomes calmer. In the end, it morphs into a gentle breeze, brushing our fringes.

Gavin: MC, thank you.

I shake my head, turning my head towards him.

MC: Gavin, do you know something? The reason why I brought you back here was to tell you that I hope your beautiful memories won't simply be confined to high school. Beautiful things should continue, and never end.

While saying this solemnly, my heart speeds up uncontrollably.

Gavin’s pupils quiver slightly, and he squeezes my hands tightly.

Gavin: Thank you.

Very softly, he repeats these words.

MC: Let’s walk around a little more before heading home.

I chuckle happily, my footsteps becoming incomparably lighter.

All of a sudden, my palm feels empty -

It’s as though Gavin released my hand.

Feeling puzzled, I turn around to find that Gavin had simply shifted his hand behind his back.

MC: What’s wrong?

Gavin: ...nothing.

When the girl’s confusion is dispelled and she continues walking forward, Gavin lowers his head to look at his vanished right arm, his expression composed.

As compared to his right hand disappearing the last time, the scope seems to have grown larger this time.

Gavin follows behind the girl calmly, contemplating quietly.

His time might be shorter than he imagined.

Gavin chuckles softly, the corners of his lips hooking upwards slowly.

Gavin: MC.

I pause in my footsteps and turn around, realising that we’re several footsteps apart.

MC: Gavin, what’s wrong?

Gavin: I just received news from Captain Yan. I might have to leave for a while.

MC: So suddenly?

Gavin: Sorry. After sending you home, I’ll set out.

He looks at me apologetically, as though suppressing something once again.

-

After returning home, I quickly remove my shoes and rush to the window to search for that figure.

Guessing that I’d do this, Gavin doesn’t leave immediately. He stands downstairs, waiting for me.

A gust of wind burrows in through the window, as though carrying with it slight reluctance as it makes gentle twirls around me again and again.

I lean my palm against the glass, wanting to say another farewell to him.

MC: Gavin, you must return safely.

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Kinktober Day 5. Aphrodisiac : Pleasurable Test | Overhaul

Day 5: Aphrodisiac

Title: Pleasurable Test

Pairing: Overhaul x F!Reader

Count: 2.2k

Summary: You needed to make ends meet, and so you go to subject yourself to a testing center that will pay. Turns out, you’ve signed yourself up for way more than you expected. You should really read the fine print.

Warnings: Noncon, syringe, aphrodisiac, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, yandere, sadist overhaul

Note: It’s finals week and definitely starting to hit me. Also, thanks for all of the support! If you’d like to be tagged for my kinktober fics, dm me! My inbox is open~

You snarled behind your gag at the man in the lab coat, who was currently coming at you with another needle. When he stepped close, you managed to kick the shot away.

“You can’t even handle one little girl. Pathetic.” A voice you haven’t heard before chides. A man wearing a plague mask and rather large coat with purple feathers stepped in. You could barely see him from where you’re restrained on the operating table. He snaps gloves onto his his, his eyes glaring at the subordinate. “And now that needle is filthy.”

“I’m so sorry sir!” you could see the sweat from the doctor, his face pailing. “She kicked me and it went flying!”

“Begone. I do not wish to hear your excuses.”

“Yes sir.” The guy practically runs from the room.

The man levels his gaze on you, judging.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, challengingly.

You’ve been here for a week. It was supposed to be one test, in which you got paid for. You took it because money was tight and you needed to pay rent. Little did you realize they would keep you kidnapped and subject to their devices because you were the “perfect candidate”.  Your fear has practically been pushed aside by your anger. For a week they’ve been sticking you with needles, running “tests”, keeping you on the edge of functioning. All you had left was your anger and attitude.

“What a nuisance.” The man sighs. His dark eyes scan your barely clothed body.

Quicker than you can move, the man has your legs pinned down, fastened in place just like your arms and neck are. A gasp of shock careens past your lips, silenced by the gag.

“That’s better.” He moves over to the counter where the equipment lays. He turns his back towards you. “Do you know who I am?”

“Well, I assume you’re the one in charge of these monkeys. Do you know who I am?” You bite at him.

“I am Kai Chisaki. You will address me as Overhaul.” He turns slowly, an intense look in his eyes that makes your skin crawl. “I know plenty about you. You are a quirkless individual. Your blood type is AB negative. You’re allergic to penicillin. You’ve lived in this city your whole life. I know you were adopted at the age 5. You had a kidney transplant at the age 12.”

“Your parents were brutally murdered when you were in high school by a villain attack. I know that the villain attack was actually a target for your father’s brother because he made some bad deals with the yakuza.” He grabs a needle and begins to mix a mystery pink liquid into it. You’re shaking by now. How does he know so much?  “You dropped out of high school quickly after, and less than two years later sold most of your adoptive parent’s belongings, and then the house.”

Overhaul takes deliberate and slow steps towards you, tapping the air bubbles out of the needle. “You moved into a seedy little apartment in the middle of town. You work at a small bar across from the noodle shop in the bad part of town because it was the only place that would hire you. This month you couldn’t make ends meet so you showed up here.”

A gloved hand drops onto your arm, thumb soothing over the prominent vein of yours. “And most importantly, I know your name isn’t actually Nakaya Kosuke. You, Miss (y/n), have quite the extensive history.”

You jerk hard at hearing your birth name. No one should know! Only your adoptive parents, who as he stated were dead, and the lawyer that erased your identity knew.

You try to speak through the gag, your words hushed.

An amused dark chuckle falls from him. “Oh, my apologies, did you want to speak?”

You nod your head.

His eyebrows raise, as if debating it. Finally, he unties the back of your gag. You spit it out, breathing in deeply. “Careful now, say something I don’t like and I’ll put it back on. Or I’ll remove your tongue.”

“Why am I here?”

He hums. “You are special. Did you know that your blood type is extremely rare?”

You clench your teeth, glaring at this cocky son-of-a-bitch. “I did.”

“Well, fortunately for us, your blood type was exactly what we’ve been looking for in our experiment. It’s extremely hard to come by a willing participant, too.”

“I’m not willing. I signed up for a test. One.”

His chuckle is light, and his eyes are wide with sadistic mirth. “No. You actually signed up until there was one successful test. So far, none of them have been such. It would appear someone didn’t read the fine print.”

Oh. Oh god. Did you really?

“No worries. You will be fully compensated. Well-” His eyes narrow. “If you live.”

Overhaul begins to prep the vein in your arm. “See, quirks are filthy. Those heroes parading around their quirks are but vermin on this earth. Pathetic. But you - no, you’re corrupted like those who roam the streets. Your blood is pure. Your genes are clean. You and I are far more similar than you might think, y/n.“

“What are you going to do to me?” Fear is fully controlling your mouth now. You shiver as he sanitizes the area he plans on injecting you.

“I have reason to believe that your blood will be the perfect capsule to carry my new invention. It’s a device that will remove the quirks of those who come in contact with it.” The look in his eyes turned wild, excited. You shiver. “My parents were ripped away from me, too. Those heroes did nothing to save them. Yet, they parade around the world as if we, the common folk, owe them. Not for long. Now, don’t make too much of a noise; I’d rather not have to remove your tongue.”

The prepped needle’s cap comes off, and the metal slides into your skin. You whimper, looking away as Overhaul begins to press its contents into your bloodstream. As quick as it began, it ended. He wipes away the lone blood drop before pressing a bandaid against you.

“Normally I would never dream of coming so close to an individual. But you are different from the filth filling this world.” Gloved hands grab your chin, turning you to look into his eyes. “You’re pure. Perfect. And I plan on taking full advantage of that, my sweet Y/N.”

Tears burn your eyes, your lip trembling. You finally let your body relax. This time you were truly fucked. He pulls his hand away, throwing away the needle tip of the syringe. You watch him walk away, back to the counter where he removes his gloves and washes his hands and arms.

A warmth began to fill your system. You shoot a concerned look at Overhaul. It was like your body was warming up from the inside out, your blood beginning to boil. A feverish sweat was spreading over every inch of you. “Something’s wrong.” You croak out.

Overhaul turns back to glance at you, sweaty and blushed. A mild look of intrigue covers his face. “Oh?”

“It’s burning me.” You whine.

Your body is completely uncomfortable now. The warmth feels … different. Wrong even.

“Explain to me what is happening.” He dries his hands leisurely, watching you from across the room before putting on a new, clean pair of rubber gloves.

“I’m hot. It feels like my blood is boiling. I -” you whimper as the slightest movement of your head increases the feeling tenfold. “Please make it stop.”

Overhaul takes his time as he walks back over to you. He runs a finger over your pulsepoint. The single touch sends a wave of pleasure crashing through you, a moan following. “How interesting.”

You’re mortified and confused. You wish you could rub your thighs together at the uncomfortable feeling between them.

“I see now. The molecular constructs of those two vials creates an aphrodisiac.”

You pinch your eyes shut as his single digit drags down your arm, over the hospital gown you have. The thin fabric is too much. It feels as if it’s weighing you down and making it that much harder to breathe.

“I suppose I should relieve you. It’ll be the only way to collect your blood at the right molecular compounds,” He muses to himself, talking out loud as if you’re not there.

Overhaul pulls off the glove on his left hand. “If I hadn’t reassembled you already, I would let you suffer until the side effects wear off. But, because of me, you really are clean. You should thank me.”

Not knowing what to say, you watch the man through your watery tears. He presses his bare hand on your stomach. If you weren’t being restrained, you would have arched into his hand, moaning loud as pleasure floods your core.

When he removes his hand, your whole body shivers as air nips your bare skin. How? “Wh-what?”

He chuckles. “My quirk.”

You watch as Overhaul steps around your pinned body, coming close to your wet sex.

“What a mess you’ve made. Disgusting.” Despite his words, he runs his gloved hand up your right leg, stopping at the stop below your belly button. You can feel your walls flutter.

A choked out “Please,” tumbles from your lips. You’re so turned on it hurts. Your brain can’t think straight anymore.

You moan loudly as a single finger strokes your dripping lips. You roll your hips as best as you can to get more friction. He lets out a proper laugh at your discomfort, sliding his single digit past your folds.

“So needy. What would you do without me? If I wasn’t here to relieve you?”

Your walls flutter around his digit as he runs his finger against your inside. The burning in your blood only seems to increase at the slight relief. “Please, Overhaul please!”

At your pitiful begging, he slides another finger in, stretching your walls. He works the two digits in a slow and methodical pace, scissoring you. You whine and cry, grinding your hips into his fingers. When he curls the two fingers and strokes the spongy spot inside you, a coil snaps, and you cum hard around him.

He doesn’t stop, continuing to pump his fingers inside you. You moan as you come down from your high.

The heat inside dims for the barest of moments before firing back up with a vengeance.

“Did that make you feel better?” He mocks, putting more force behind his motions.

You gasp as the coil of pleasure begins again. “It hurts! I need more, please!”

“Patience, little one. You’ll get your release. Soon, you’ll be begging me to stop.”

As if to prove his point, he uses his thumb to stroke your clit hard. Your walls flutter and drip around his gloved fingers as you feel yourself close to the crest again. “Oh - Oh, oh please!” You wail.

“Cum again, pet.”

You do. Your walls spasm as you tip over, shaking in your restraints as a sigh leaves you.

He doesn’t stop. The fire inside is rapidly dwindling, and you flinch at the touch.

“Oh, are you sensitive already?” He muses. “It won’t last long.”

True to your words, the fire picks up again. You sob as his touch hurts. It hurts yet is relieving you too. Tears stream down your face as you’re overstimulated, but the heat is still there.

“It's almost over. Hold on just a bit longer.”

Overhaul fingers you faster, making the coil of pleasure twist quicker and harder than the last two orgasms. You sob as you near the edge again.

“Last one. Give me one more. Cum over my fingers.”

“I can’t!” You cry out, rocking your hips into his fingers despite what you say.

“You can. And you will.” You can hear the squelching as his fingers target your g-spot, his thumb rolling your clit hard. “Cum again y/n.”

A scream rips from your throat as you’re forced over the edge of another orgasm. Your entire body tenses, and white fills your eyes. Overhaul drags his fingers out of you slowly, making you wince from the overstimulation. He tears the glove covered in cum off of his hand before sliding a new set on.

Panting hard, you come down again, body relaxing. Your blood no longer feels like you’re being boiled alive.

You flinch as a syringe is forced into your arm, and watch in sick curiosity as he draws blood from you. Even the touch of the needle makes you quiver, your entire body too sensitive for touch.

“Shh, it’ll be okay. You did so well.”

You moan, shaking as he places a bandage over your skin again. Your head swims as black dots at the edge of your vision.

You look up at him, and can tell even from behind his mask that he’s smiling. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Rest well, pet.”

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