#and also i think saying that i hope i die alone fucking rocks.

[knifearo]

seeing all those posts from ppl ab how miserable they are without a partner like sorry can't relate. i'm doing great and in fact i hope i die alone 🖤

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

still love this line, still love this line coming from sylvain, still love the fact that it is always sylvain who talks abt being at dimitri's side, still love the fact that he gets these lines and in every route in both games is actually shown doing what he preaches and always being at dimitri's side, sometimes literally.

[animexts]

Please don't die | Megumi Fushiguro

Sumarry: Megumi feels his world crumble when he sees Y/n on the brink of death.

Paring: Megumi X Mother figure!Reader | WC: 2.877

A/N: Well, I'm sorry for any mistakes I made here, I'll review it later. This story, the reader is Gojo's wife.

Main masterlist | jjk Masterlist

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Megumi feels her body freeze when she sees Y/n's body being thrown by the curse they were facing.

"Y/n-sensei!" He hears Itadori screaming in the background, but all he can pay attention to is Y/n's bleeding body lying unconscious on the floor.

“It's not your fault”

Is what she would say to him, and then she would give him that smile that manages to relax his whole body.

Y/n was a special grade sorceress, and to Megumi, she was not only the best sorceress, but also the best person.

She was smart, responsible, loving and just the best mother he could ever have.

"Why didn't you fucking take care of her?"

Megumi thinks, clenching her fists with all her strength.

He never thought he would want Gojo's presence as much as he does now.

As if his legs were moving by themselves, he was running over to Y/n and kneeling beside her body.

"Sensei please wake up." He says rocking her gently.

"Sensei please... please don't die mom." He says crying and rubbing his hand on her face.

If he was a little stronger, if he was faster, he never wanted to fulfill the promise he made with Gojo a few years ago so much.

"Listen Megumi, since we're going to share Y/n, you need to promise me that you'll take care of her with your life." Gojo says looking seriously at the Boy.

"She's strong, I don't think she needs my protection." The boy says with his arms crossed. "She's strong yes, but it turns out she'd rather protect those she loves than herself." Megumi looks at Gojo and sighs

"Okay, I promise to protect her"

And during her lifetime, Megumi saw how right Gojo was, Y/n put herself in danger several times to save him or some of the students, both first and second years.

"They're just kids"

Was what she always said.

And unfortunately, that's what was happening now, Y/n spent the day exorcising curses practically alone, as seeing how Itadori and Nobara were still hurt from the previous mission, it sure exhausted her.

"Please Mom, don't leave me too." Megumi says hugging Y/n's body.

He is so desperate, he didn't even notice Gojo coming and finally exorcising the curse.

The Shaman feels his blood run cold when he sees his wife covered in blood, it was even sadder to see Megumi in that state.

"Megumi, let's take her to shoko." Satoru says trying to take his wife from Megumi's arms.

"No! don't take her away from me!" He says holding tighter.

"Come on Megumi, if I take her it will be faster, please is my wife you're holding." Gojo says and Megumi, still reluctant, hands Y/n to Gojo, who immediately leaves.

"Don't worry, Y/n sensei Is one.of the strongest people I've ever met, well she and Gojo sensei." Itadori says putting his hand on Megumi's shoulder.

The strongest couple

Megumi remembers perfectly well only the day when Gojo introduced Y/n to him and his sister. Unlike Gojo, Y/n was responsible, more serious and easier to talk to.

"Here you are, my beautiful wife Y/n!" Gojo says putting his arm around her shoulders.

"I'm not your wife." Y/n says pushing him, and bending down to be at the children's height.

"You're not YET"

"Hi, don't worry, me and this idiot here will take good care of you two." Y/n says, and gives the kids a warm smile.

And that's what she's been doing since they met, Megumi thinks, no, rehash that, he KNEW he wouldn't be the man he is today if it weren't for Y/n's (and Gojo's, of course) incredible upbringing.

"You're worried about sensei aren't you?" Nobara says, as the three walk back to the school.

"I'm sure you don't have to worry, she's pretty tough!" Itadori says smiling.

"I hope you're right." Megumi says, and feels her palms sweat when they arrive at school, and see Gojo sitting on the stairs.

"Look who's here! It took you a while huh." Gojo says standing up and Megumi sighs in relief.

Even though he knows that his sensei is very good at hiding his feelings, he knows that the feeling of losing his wife, best friend, could not be hidden.

Gojo looks at him and sees the anguish on his face.

"She's fine, she's in there resting." He says, and Megumi's face turns red.

"I knew!" Itadori says jumping up.

"You two can go rest, Megumi and I are having a family reunion here with Miss Saves Everyone's Life." Gojo says, and he and Megumi head to their rooms.

"I'm sorry sensei, I couldn't protect her as I should have and as I promised you." Megumi says as the two walk to their rooms.

"I know how much you love her, and you tried to protect her, just like I know how stubborn my wife is, when she wants to protect someone, nobody can stop her." Gojo says and notices that Megumi has clenched her fists.

"I thought you were used to her craziness by now." Satoru says trying to lighten the mood.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to the feeling of almost losing her."

"Me neither" Gojo thinks.

Gojo knocks on the door, and opens it carefully, Megumi almost cries when she sees the state of the woman who always conveys that powerful and independent aura.

"Gumi!" Y/n speaks softly but with happiness in her voice when she sees the younger boy.

"Sensei..." He says quietly, as he doesn't trust his voice anymore.

"Oh Gumi, I was so worried about you." She says with teary eyes.

"I... I'm sorry sensei, I couldn't protect you like I should have." Megumi bows with her eyes closed, making Gojo and Y/n look at him in surprise.

"What are you talking about? I should protect you Gumi, I know I'm not your blood mother but-"

"Don't finish that sentence, you are my mother, and I owe you my life you've protected me my whole life, I want to protect you now... mom." Megumi says crying.

"Oh my love come here." Y/n says opening his arms, making the younger boy immediately fall into the woman's embrace, just like when he was younger.

"You'll always be my baby." Y/n says and kisses Megumi's head, you might think he wouldn't like it, but coming from her, he almost cries from her affection.

"I think for the sake of my sanity, and Megumi's, you better stop giving your life for others, because baby I swear that if you die, the world will gain two crazy mad sorcerers." Gojo says taking off his blindfold.

"And we don't want that right?" Y/n says laughing.

"No, definitely not." Megumi responds by laughing too.

Gojo and Y/n look at each other smiling fondly, they were doing a good job.

"Family hug!" Gojo says lying on top of Megumi.

"You're going to hurt Y/n you freak, get out of here." Megumi says trying to push Gojo away.

They weren't the most perfect family of all, but there was more love than many out there.

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[norman-fucking-reedus]

I’m absolutely obsessed with your writing! I was hoping I could request a one-shot where Daryl and fem!reader are married. They are working on separate outdoor projects but Daryl can’t stop watching the reader throughout the day. The dirtiest thoughts cross his mind as he watches her. Later that evening when they are home and finally alone he recreates all those thoughts with her throughout the night. Daryl has a pleasure and praise kink, includes oral, Daryl loves going down on the reader!

*Set during later Alexandria or Commonweath era (Daryl never goes to France!)

STOP IT RIGHT TF NOW ANON CAUSE WHY HAVENT I THOUGHT OF A PLEASURE KINK. DROOLING RN

Heres me admitting im only on season 9 of TWD so this takes place in Alexandria 😿

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Daryl was going to simply pass away and die.

He hated his own mind for it’s never-ending thoughts, even more so when he had a literal job to be doing. His racing thoughts had been distracting him the whole day, occasionally using the wrong tool, knocking something over, and even almost spilling all the oil at one point.

It was just the way your hips looked, so well rounded in those jeans, shirt clinging to your body as you walked quickly with your own tasks in mind, not noticing your husband’s hardcore staring.

His mind was bursting with thoughts of what horribly dirty things he wanted to do to you. Sometimes he physically can’t wrap his head around how he ended up with someone like you. All Daryl could think about was just how bad he wanted to fuck you, cock already stirring to life in his pants.

No. No. He had to stay focused. He couldn’t be seen not doing his task and also now needed to hide the tent forming in his pants. It was worse that he was out in the open, having been assigned to work on the cars to keep them running longer.

You had been assigned to ask around to see what was needed for the next run, only for some reason you had timed yourself to get to everyone in under an hour, hence your quick pace and focused gaze. Daryl had seen you walk past at least three times, each time you sped past while furiously scribbling on a notepad. He felt like a teenager watching and obsessing over his crush.

God, he was so ready to blow himself up, staring down at under the hood of one of the cars used for runs. He forced his mind to focus on fixing shit instead of wandering off. Rick had been saying that the brakes had been failing, only Daryl couldn’t exactly do much without a jackstand.

He decided to test the car battery instead since it had been having trouble starting. Stepping around the car to the toolbox, he almost tripped as you bumped right into him. “Bulky bitch!” You yelped as you fell down onto your ass, dropping your pen and paper. Daryl gently but quickly pulled you to your feet, picking your stuff up. “Tha’ hell ya runnin’ from girl?” He stepped closer to you, sliding a hand to your waist. “I’m a very busy woman with places to be and times to beat” You rolled your eyes, yet smiled softly at Daryl. “Too busy fer me now?” You nodded, leaning up as if to kiss him but going for his ear instead. “Very busy” You whispered sweetly, placing a faint kiss on his cheek before speeding away again.

Daryl simply stood there with his cock straining harshly against the fabric of his pants, cock pulsating as he could feel himself leaking pre-cum. He should just blow his goddamn brains out, now.

He slammed the hood of the car shut and climbed inside, dropping his head onto the steering wheel. It felt like his head was about to fall off with how many filthy thoughts were flooding in. You were the biggest tease and absolutely knew it, sweat dripping down his face as he tried to silence his brain, hands gripping the steering wheel. He wasn’t about to jerk off inside a car with the clearest windows ever, at that point he might as well do it out in the open.

While Daryl was suffering silently, you were simply serene as you rocked on the porch swing of your house, turning in the list to Rick right before your timer hit fifteen minutes. You toyed with the ring on your finger, smiling down as you thought of how Daryl refused to get you something small. He had found a jewelry shop out on a secret run and spent an hour overthinking and questioning himself before finding the perfect ring. It was a sliver band with clusters of smaller diamonds around a larger one that so happened to be the shape of a skull, matching the one he wore every day. He smashed the glass without a second thought.

You smile fondly, also remembering that the same man was probably struggling to do his work. Getting him super worked up was your favorite thing to do as he basically melted in your hands the second he stepped foot inside.

Speaking of inside, you had stepped in earlier to change out your underwear, switching into a black thong you found. You could practically feel Daryl’s hands roaming your body, shivers running down your spine at the tingling sensation.

Whilst you were enjoying yourself, Daryl was still sitting in the car, staring down at the steering wheel as he tried to focus his mind on anything else, aside from the cocky sway of your hips, and the ghost of your lips against his ears.

He needed to get off badly. The only thing really stopping him were these shitty windows, however he proceeded to begin rubbing his hand on his clothed cock, letting out a shaky moan. Daryl slammed his hands back onto the steering wheel, gripping it tightly as he tried to recenter himself. He thought for a moment, sweat rolling down the back of his neck.

The car door swung open and he kicked it shut behind him, walking quickly to avoid anyone who might wanna talk, quickly making his way back home. He passed Carol, who was sitting out on her swing. She waved and he gave a short wave back, trying his hardest to keep his hard-on concealed as he sped past.

He stepped heavily up the stairs, the wooden porch creaking under his weight as he opened and shut the front door. It was remotely quiet as he kicked his shoes off next to yours, tearing his shirt off as he stomped upstairs to your shared bedroom, where he found you in one of his shirts lying on your stomach reading a book, closing it at the sound of your husband's arrival. “Already stripping nude for me, Dixon?” You pushed yourself onto your knees and he approached the bed, grabbing your face rougher than intended and crashing his lips onto yours.

It seemed like in that moment, Daryl’s hyperactive mind finally shut itself down, his shoulders relaxing as his hands held your soft face, licking into your mouth desperately. Your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers splayed out on his upper back as he moved to join you on the bed, readjusting you so your legs rested comfortably on either side of his hips. There was a burning desire in his gut as he sucked harshly on your skin, grinding against you as he did.

Daryl’s hands stayed locked at your hips, massaging and groping the flesh as he continued marking up your whole body, practically eating you. He reached your boobs and ran his tongue over the right one and started to suck deep marks into the sensitive flesh.

His hips picked up speed, becoming erratic before burying his face in space between your boobs, shaking as he literally came in his pants. It was the hottest thing you’d seen. “Feeling better?” You whispered breathlessly, watching him groan and lift himself sluggishly off your chest. “M’not done yet” His words were slightly slurred as he leaned back on his knees, hands fumbling to undo his pants.

You eventually reached down to unzip his zipper, and he was back on you instantly, shoving his boxers down enough to free his hard and dripping cock, precum pouring from the puffy tip. “God, Daryl, you’re so needy tonight” You moaned as he pulled down your pajama shorts, eyes staring down at the black thong. “Yes tha’ hell I am” He whispered, hands sliding up your sides and he slid down, cock pulsing as he got a look at your cunt even with the thong on. There was just so much he wanted to do to you that it was overwhelming his senses.

He ran his tongue up and in between your folds, tasting you through the measly garment. He rubbed circles in your clit as his tongue explored every inch, slipping past the thong and into your entrance, causing your brain to short-circuit as he worked you to release, especially since his own was drying in his underwear. Alongside his tongue, Daryl eased two fingers in, stretching and scissoring you open, his tongue going in much deeper and curling. “Fuck yes, baby just like that” You bit your bottom lip harshly, sliding your own fingers down to stimulate your clit, knowing how to push yourself off the edge quicker. He got so fucking hard at the sight of you playing with yourself, even more so that it was your ring finger, the diamond skull standing out as your fingers sped up. Daryl pulled his tongue out, continuing to move his fingers as he licked your clit, a strangled sob coming from you as you came.

Daryl settled for unleashing another attack on your torso while you recovered from your orgasm, licking, kissing, sucking, and biting at the smooth flesh of your stomach, one hand holding your thigh over his shoulder, and the other resting right by your boob, his thumb teasingly stroking the skin under it. He felt every curse, moan and gasp you let out, licking right in between your already marked boobs, kissing the junction of your throat all the way up to your lips. The head of his cock nudged your pussy slightly, and the heat of the kiss had you dizzy. “C’mon handsome, I can’t wait much longer” You batted your lashes at him, running your hand down his one of his big arms, your ring shimmering in the dim lamp light.

Your other hand slid in between your bodies to shift your soaked thong to the side, pulling him closer by wrapping your legs around his waist. He used one hand to steady his cock, and gripped the headboard as he slammed in, two of you moaning in unison. Daryl’s cock was more sensitive than ever, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he readjusted himself, pounding roughly into you as you gripped his bicep.

Daryl’s thrusts were relentless as he kept his pace up, bed creaking and headboard slamming as he panted like a dog, watching the way his cock was sliding in and out of you, a giant wet spot forming on his jeans as he showed no signs of stopping. “My big strong man, always fucking me so good with your fat cock” You bit down on your lips as one of your hands came to rest on his cheek. He turned his face to the side, kissing your palm while staring into your eyes with a lovingly lustful gaze. “M’all yers, m’gon always give my woman wha’ she wants” His voice was raspy and breathless against your hand before he locked your fingers together, pinning your hands onto the mattress and dipping his head down to press his forehead against yours, simply panting into each others spaces.

From how tightly you were holding hands, your rings dug into one another’s fingers, and it only turned Daryl on more. You were his and he was yours. “M’so proud ta call ya Mrs. Dixon. Gon fill ya up w all my kids” He whispered, bumping his strangely cold button nose against yours. “Let’s just start with one?” Your voice sounded foreign to your ears, and by the way Daryl’s hips had sped up you could tell he was close “Not one now!” You shrieked, nails digging into his hands as he railed your sweet spot, orgasm already hitting him incredibly hard as he practically laughed in your ear from how hard he came, pulling out just a little too late.

He fell on top of you, but recoiled when something wet touched his navel, eyes flickering down to see his cum soaking into the black fabric of your thong and seeping out your hole. “Gonna clean that up for me?” You winked suggestively at him, and he lowered himself to be eye level with your messy cunt, massive hands spreading you further apart as he licked his lips. “Yes ma’am”

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I made myself very horny writing this but I also kept falling asleep as I was writing

also I based both rings off Normans ring :3 (he should put his finger in my body)

© norman-fucking-reedus 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, or adpated to any other platform. You may translate my works with my asked and given consent.

[vcikera]

megumi fushiguro x black f!reader

(i was actually the bed in the second pic btw! 😊)

contains: smut (so expect anything) and if you see any grammar errors you didn’t.

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being rivals with megumi is like a rock in your shoe that you can’t get out. it’s like hes everywhere no matter how hard you try to get rid of him, he just seems to come back every time, again and again.

you’ve been rivals and hated each other for so long now you can’t even remember how it started but you just hate his guts and he hates yours too. his stupid hair and stupid face and those stupid eyes of his you definitely don’t lost in from time to time.

no. you hate him

today the universe just seems to love messing with you and making your day worse. you had been assigned to get rid of this curse at a local hotel and it’s been scaring the residents away so the business has been losing customers. gojo and nanami said they partnered you up with someone so you both could work together and get rid of the curse but they won’t tell you who.

“quit bothering me y/n”, gojo said annoyed as you asked him who you were partnered with for the thousandth time today. “no, just tell me who and i’ll leave you alone”, you said to him, trying to get information outta him.

“i said no already, if you don’t leave me alone i’ll leave you on the side of the road”, gojo annoyingly said to you, getting frustrated with you.

you groan as you sat back in your seat. gojo was driving you to the hotel and you had to stay there for a week so you can be able to learn more about the curse and how to defeat it without getting hurt or causing any damage to the hotel or anyone else that’s left in that haunted place.

“we’re almost there”, you heard gojo say but you side eyed him in the rear view mirror and looked out the window. “y/n you must wanna sleep on the streets with the hobos tonight”

“you already look like a hobo with that lil dumbass blindfold, looking like you stared in birdbox”, you mumbled under your breath. “you wanna say that louder again for the people up front?”, gojo said as the car came to a stop, finally stopping at the hotel.

“both of you need to shut the hell up”, nanami said from the passenger seat. you screamed because he jumped scared you, you honestly forgot he was also in the car. “nanami please don’t do that again, almost scared the black off me”, you put your fingers to your neck to check your pulse to see if you’re still alive.

“i’ve been here the whole time how did you not know”, nanami sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “i didn’t know okay, just forget that just happened”, you looked away.

gojo and nanami both stepped out the car so you did too, grabbing your bag that you brought with you that includes everything you’ll need for the next few days. “i swear if i get killed im hunting both yall asses”, you said to nanami and gojo as closed the car door. “even as a ghost imma still beat your ass”, gojo replied back to you. you scoff and side eyed him.

jack frost looking ass

you were unpacking your things a few minutes later after gojo and nanami checked you into the hotel and gave your room keys. of course you were thinking about who your roommate would be, hoping it was either nobara or itadori but mostly nobara cause you didn’t wanna have to share a bed with itadori since gojo decided to be dick and only get one room and one bed for you and your partner.

after unpacking your things you were standing there staring at the bed thinking about how you were gonna share it with your partner when you heard a voice behind you groan, “you gotta be fucking kidding”. turning around to see megumi.

“oh hell no, no no no no”, you said to him as you gave him a stank look. you were gonna kill gojo.

“gojo must wanna die”, megumi said as he mumbled under his breath. something you both finally agree on for once, what a surprise. “why out of all people does it have to be you”, megumi groaned as he dropped his bag on little couch in the corner of the room.

“nigga don’t act like i want this too”, you replied back to him, already ready to kill this curse and leave. “i would prefer anyone with you”, he said again. “yeah i think i get your point”, you side eyed him.

he sighs as he plops on the bed, man spreading as he laid down all spread out. you stood there with your arms crossed looking down at him.

not gonna lie right now he kinda- no

“you realize there’s only one bed right and not even a couch big enough for someone else to sleep on?”, you asked him but was it even a question if it was obvious. “yeah i know, you’re gonna sleep on the floor right?”, he faked smiled at you as he opened his eyes to look at you. the way he looked at you just now gave you a weird feeling in your stomach you’ve never felt around him before. you must be hungry fr.

“you’re funny, that’s real hilarious, look at my laughing face”, you said as you pointed to your face, giving him a straight face. he got up and stood in front of you as he sized you up. he looks down at you, “relax y/l/n, i might not like you but i’m a gentleman enough to not let you sleep on the floor”

why was that kinda-

“so you gonna let me sleep on the bed?”, you asked almost not believing because what if you wake up the next morning on the floor. still looking up at him, he answered back, “yes, we can just a pillow between us or whatever”.

hmm, so megumi actually wants to be within 6 feet near you, how weird even for you. it was odd but you weren’t complaining, you weren’t gonna sleep on no hotel floor. “suspicious but i’ll trust you it for now”, you walked away as you went into the bathroom to change into something that was considered pjs right now.

after changing into your pjs, you walk out the bathroom to finally go sleep now since it was almost midnight, megumi was on his side of the bed with a pillow in the middle and he was shirtless and in nothing but some grey sweatpants. you’re not gonna lie, he was definitely looking like a 12 pound seafood boil, spicy.

“are you not cold?”, you asked him as you laid down on your side of the bed and put the covers over you. “nah i’m kinda hot rn”

you definitely are hot

“suit yourself i guess”, you said as you took out your phone and went on it. “i will y/l/n”, megumi said. you rolled your eyes, why does he always feel the need to be cocky. “yo y/n”, megumi called out your name. “what”, you responded to him and looked up from your phone to see what he had to say now.

“make sure not to cuddle up to me when i’m sleeping cause i know you got a little crush on me or whatever”, he smirked at you teasingly as he had his back against the bed frame while crossing his arms with one leg up.

you scoff at his comment. “why’re you so full of yourself, if it’s anyone that has a crush it’s you cause i mean who wouldn’t like me”, you shrugged and looked at him. “that’s actually kinda funny that you think that i would like you”, he said. “i’m just saying”, you shrugged again.

“wanna bet then?”, megumi said. “bet on what”, you turned your phone off and put it on the nightstand, getting intrigued in what megumi was getting at. “who ever touches the other person first likes that person”, he said as i smiled at you. “is that just some lame bet so you can touch me?”, you laughed at him slightly.

“please, if i wanted to touch you i would’ve ever since”, megumi said truthfully. “save your love confession for another time fushiguro”, you laughed at him again. “but i’m in”

“how about a staring contest to make it ‘harder’, megumi said. you nodded as you removed the pillow from in the middle and sat next to him but not too close. “alright, 3 2 1, go”, he counted down as you both began staring at each other. both of you looking into each other’s eyes and being so close, what could possibly happen

both of you have been looking into each others eyes for about a minute now, it’s like every second you get closer and closer to each other, at this point you can feel his breath on your face and even your lips.

you got an idea to distract him so you’ll win so you began to move your hand closer to his leg, your fingers moving slowly up his thighs. “what’re trying to do y/l/n”, megumi said lowly as he looked at your lips and back up to your eyes quickly. “what do you mean?”, you said, acting clueless to him.

as your fingers move higher and higher up you can feel his muscles in his thighs tense up, you notice his adam’s apple move up and down as he swallows. you feel his hand on your other hand as he squeezes it gently. finally reaching up, you slowly trace your fingers up to his crotch as you as you feel something hard. that’s when he squeezes your hand tighter.

that’s it you’ve found his weakness, you’re definitely gonna win now. you move your hand up and down as you rub his dick through this sweats, his hand still squeezing yours tightly. you can notice him struggling as you hear him breathe out. you move your hand up to the waistband of his sweatpants. you knew you were playing with fire but you didn’t care, this was bond to happen some day.

you got the courage to reach into his pants but that was it, megumi blinked and looked away as he puts his head down and sighed. the room had been quiet the whole time, while you were teasing him and the two of you staring at each other.

since you won, normally you would rub it in his face and laugh at him but tonight for some reason you felt confident so you took your hand out his sweatpants and straddled him. megumi knew exactly what you were thinking as he began to kiss your cheek and then your other cheek as he kisses his way down your face. from your jaw to your neck as he attacked your neck with kisses and left hickeys and marks all over.

you moan a little as you feel his hands began to roam all over your body as he put his hands under your shirt and grabbed your waist. moving your waist aso you can grind on his clothed dick as he continued to kiss all over you as you had your hands in his hair, gripping it. he took your shirt off as he reached behind to unclasp your bra.

he instantly began sucking on your titties as his fingers played and pinched the other one, then he switched, giving both your breast the same amount of attention. after he was finished leaving hickeys and marks all over your breast too he looked up at you, “can i kiss you?” you didn’t have to answer as you kissed him instead.

you moan into the kiss as his hands find your waist again, using you and moving you to grind against him again as he kissed you hungrily. you slip your tongue into his mouth and he deepens the kiss as he explores your mouth as tiny fireworks go off in your stomach right.

you were becoming wet more and more, you needed him. “i need you megumi”, you said through the kisses. “i know y/n, i know” he replied back. he turned you over so you’re laying on your back on the bed as he’s on top of you. he kisses your forehead then both your cheeks and then your lips as he kisses his way down your body until he reaches between your legs.

he looks up at you as he takes your shorts off a long with your panties but you look away, not wanting him to see your face. “look at me, just keep your eyes on me”, he said after taking your shorts and panties off. he slowly kisses your thighs and also leaves marks on them too. when you gets to your pussy he waste no time.

he licks a long strip up your heat and blows on it after. you moan because that blow caught you off guard, he begins sucking on your clit as you sat up and grab his hair as you balanced yourself on your other arm. you moan again but a little louder this time as you feel megumi insert a finger inside you and then a second one as moves them in and out of you slowly.

“f-fuck megumi”, you moan his name as that gives him more motivation to speed up his pace. his fingers moving in and out of you fast as he sucks in your clit. he hums to himself, your pussy being the best thing he’s tasted in a long time.

you feel yourself reaching your climax as you began to moan more and grip his hair tighter. megumi knowing you’re about to come take his fingers out of your cunt and replaces it with his tongue as he tongue fucks you. few seconds later you cum all over his tongue as you moan his name and he groans as your thighs tighten around his head and squeezes.

he licks up all your juices while looking at you as he grins. “sorry for almost smothering you with my thighs”, you said guilty to him. “i’m not complaining, i love my thick thigh girl”

did he just his ‘his girl’

“lay down on your stomach for me and put your ass up”

you do as he says as you hear him take his sweatpants and boxers off. a few seconds later you feel the tip of megumi’s dicks near your entrance. “tell me you want this y/n”, megumi said. “i want it”

“say it again”

“i want it-“, your sentence was cut short as you feel megumi ram into you, his dick hitting your g-spot immediately. you and megumi both moaned at the same time but you cover your mouth with your hands as you put your face into the pillows. megumi grabs from the front of your neck and brings you up, “let them hear you, i don’t care how loud you are, let them hear how good i’m making you feel y/n”, he says into your ear as he kisses lips.

something about the way he says your name while he’s inside you, struggling not to whimper or come instantly. he puts back down on the bed as he grabs your ass to reposition you again.

he starts to move in and out of you slowly as his grip on your ass tightens with each slow stroke he’s giving you, preparing you and making sure you can take it when he starts going faster and harder. “m-megumi?”, you whimper his name out. “yes y/n?”

“can you go f-faster?”

“you’re gonna have to speak up louder than that”, he said. he totally knows what you said, he’s just trying to see you suffer to speak while his thick and long ass dick is inside you. “go faster please”, you said a little louder this time. “since you said please, i will”

he begins to start going fast and with each stroke he goes faster and faster and deeper. at this point your moans and whimpers mixed with his groans and the clapping noises are bouncing off the walls as he’s giving you backshots.

“fuck y/n, who knew you could take me so well”, he said as he grips your hips tighter, not stopping once to let you rest. you moan at his words, your thighs getting a little sore.

“gonna come”, you moan. “good, i want you to come on my pretty dick for me alright?”. you nodded and hummed a mhm. “i said use your words y/n”

“y-yes megumi, i wanna come on your dick~”, you said as he hits your g-spot over and over. he’s trying to put you in a wheelchair.

“i’m close too”, megumi said. a few minutes later his strokes starts to become sloppier, you came on his dick as you whimper his name and a few seconds later he comes inside you as he whimpers under his breath. still moving in and out of you slowly to let you ride out your high as he slows down after a few seconds.

he pulls out and you feel his tongue inside you as he licks up all your juices mixed with his, not caring. after cleaning you up he turns your around and kisses you deeply as you taste both your juices on his lips.

he falls on top of you as you wrap your legs around him and play with his hair as he lays his head on your chest while playfully fondling with your breasts.

“i won by the way, you touched me first so you like me”, he said into your chest. you laugh as you bring his head up to look at you, “i still won the staring contest tho”.

“at what cost tho”, he replied back. “shut up”, you rolled your eyes as he says “make me”. you kissed his and he kisses you back and the kiss turns into a make out session.

“round two?”, megumi says as you laugh at him

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on the 3rd day you and megumi defeated the curse so you were both able to go home. gojo and nanami came to pick you both up and gojo saw you limping slightly as you walked over to the car. “what got you limping like that?” he asked. “the curse”, you lied as you got into the car but he saw the faint marks and hickeys on your neck as him and megumi both grinned at each other and dabbed each other up.

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thank you guys for reading! it was my first story on here so i hope you liked it and hope it wasn’t too long 😭

[pigcowboys]

hcs for percy x child of athena!reader that’s like, badass and super good at fighting/using knives/swords/other weaponry/ in a fight but is like super emotionally closed off?

-bitey anon (if that’s not taken)

pairing: percy jackson x artemis!reader

summary: headcanons for percy with a reader who's a child of artemis.

warning(s): slight mentions of blood, cursing, weapons (even if that even counts lol!), established relationship and sickeningly sweet fluff.

a/n: OMG HELLO BITEY ANON!! its not taken yet!! this is such a cool request i hope you enjoy what i did, sorry it took a moment!! and im so so sorry to anyone who's sent in a request!! i swear i'm trying to finish them all :( life is just..lifeing rn.

requests are currently closed!

okay so first of all i HAVE to talk about the beef percy and artemis must have.

like yo who is this guy? and why is he interested in her child? her only child too.

she's like that one person who's secretly praying on your downfall and really doesn't care if you two know it.

she most likely warmed up to the idea of you two dating over time because, to be honest - she likes percy.

would never say it to his face though, he has a big enough head.

BUT ON TO THE DATING!

hmm percy with a more closed off s/o is kind of hard to imagine.

hes so expressive and open i feel like he'd try his hardest to get his s/o to open up.

would NEVER push you to do anything though - he'd never wanna make you feel uncomfortable, after all.

"good morning my beautiful demi-god, how'd you sleep?" "like a rock., those bed are so fucking hard" "i may have a solution to your problem.."

"percy you've been caught like 6 times trying to sneak into my cabin.." "7th times a charm."

bro he probably fell in love with you the first time he saw you fighting.

you two were probably on some random quest and you had gotten ambushed by a couple of monsters.

he wanted to the boyfriend-y thing and help fend off the monsters so he could impress you.

he was doing great for little till you joined in and started helping him fight as well.

literally could NOT keep his eyes off you, you were so cool!!

he was going to make some really cool and suave quip while you were fighting to see a smile or something when he was hit in the face by a particularly angry monster.

attack sent him flying back a bit - totally made him scuff his shoes.

was happy you were able to finish off the monster that hit him but was slightly embarrassed that he got hit.

though, he did enjoy you feeding him some nectar per his own request.

i think he'd be like obsessed with the way you fight.

i mean, how couldn't he? you look so cool when you're doing all that swinging and slicing..he's so proud of you.

may or may not have been victim of a slice to his cheek from getting to close to you while you were training but seriously doesn't count it as you being reckless - he needed to be more careful.

"holy shit — are you okay?" "uhh..probably..? why is there something on my face?" "i think i..nipped you." "nipped me?" "you're..bleeding." "oh."

percy's a great guy but i feel like he'd also worry like 10x more about you because of you being slightly closed off.

checks in with you like every few minutes even if you've already told him you're okay.

you'd be woken up at like 12 pm from his texts alone.

always calling to make sure you're okay while he's away from camp half-blood on a quest or just hanging out somewhere on his college campus.

you do love that he's so caring!

you just..hate getting that stupid notification sound every few hours.

he'd be crushed if you ever told him that though so, you just deal with it.

honestly i don't think he'd care too much if you were closed off - it's all the same to him!

your aversion to speaking up while not stop him from going out of his way to surprise you with different gifts or with random hugs.

may or may not sniff your clothes slightly when he does hug you.

don't tell him you notice it, he'd die.

"what's that?" "a plushie, for you." "..why?" "didn't you say this was your favorite animal?" "oh..perce.. "

though, i feel like the only time you being closed off would be a problem would be when you two have an argument.

he's very open to hearing your side but hates when you don't let him know you have a problem

how else is he supposed to find a way to help?

overall though, you two would get along just great!!!

invites you out with him after you're done training whenever he can just so he can spend time with you.

doesn't even matter where you two are going.

yeah no, he thinks you're so awesome.

[fumifooms]

Heyoooo. I wanted to say, I'm sorry about that mean-ass, insulting anon you got a while back. That ask ended up pissing me off so bad I ended up actually reading your Marchil analysis posts. Originally, I was meh and kinda confused when the ship showed up in Ao3 because I didn't see what people liked about it. Reading your posts about how they were narrative foils opened my mind more, and I realized, Oh shit yeah there's a lot of potential in this ship for how these two can develop each other.

Part 2: Marcille and Chilchuck may not have scenes like the infamous bath scene with Farlin, but the concept of someone who's terrified of being alone, the reality of her friends' mortality, a hopeless romantic catching feelings for a repressed, divorced man whose wife left him--okay yeah, I absolutely understand the appeal of this ship. Marcille would be like, Why the fuck is my heart thrumming for this sharp-tongued bitch, and also the terror from falling in love with someone so short-lived Part 3: Either way, love your analysis posts. I am going to be contemplating the potential of Marcille and Chilchuck for a long while. There is something so tragically sweet about it

You get it, you really do… I could list off everything I love about them but I’d be here forever because it’s literally everything and there are so many fun ways to spin it… You’re very right about them being tragically sweet, overall where their arcs meet the most is "Loving is something worth doing even with the risk of loss", and I say risk but really it’s more the inevitable eventuality of it as canon does love to point out. If you want the reward of being loved you must go through the mortifying ordeal of being known. No love however brief is wasted. Let me see you and stay. It’s very much sort of the final boss to their arcs for them to get invested in each other in such a way, to get involved romantically— emotionally with someone knowing what’s coming and that she barely has two decades left with him (who mistreats his health so much he very well could die early), and to shoot your shot for something new with hope in your heart and enough confidence that you’re worth loving. He’s not a prince charming but to her he sort of is, all virtuous husband this reliable dependable Chilchuck that, all "you may be flawed but I’ll still romanticize your qualities and convince you that you and your love for your beloved are something worth fighting for".

What if I was old bread that solidified to be hard as rock and you were like warm soup and by soaking in your presence I softened……… What if you stubbornly grew on me like yeast and it brought out my flavor like beer as I opened up and allowed you in………. What if your hair was golden, the epitome of beauty to me, and my hair turned silver, your worst nightmare……. I think about them a normal amount

[short-black-diamond]

Hello i loved your luna story can i request for the smut asks Top towards their sub number 3 for him ( if you are not comfortable writing about him could it be aiku instead)? Thank you in advance😊

Yeah I'd rather take Aiku because since Luna is like--more like a side character and stuff... I think I'll make a list who I don't want to write for...

Also lemme turn Blue Lock into a brothel real quick yeah?

There's also something I've wanted to say about this fic. I have never had intercourse and I'm still a proud virgin. So this fic will be based solely on what I imagine would happen, and I hope you guys will llike it because I've spent a lot of thought and time into this.

Warnings: Oliver Aiku x reader, Smut., Vanilla sex because first times should be sweet as fuck, also Oliver is the biggest dork in here but tries to be hot and attractive, also Oliver will cry at some point, strangers to lovers I guess?

I will proofread that on another day. please ignore the possible writing mistakes.

taglist: @wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife, @hsxhype, @shirayuki-ayumi, @luysim, @mayincharacter

Word count: 5,924 wtf 😭✌💀

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"Lemme quit my job for ya..."

It was embarrassing. Pretty much so, with you being a virgin, your friends having thought it would be a great idea to bring you to the freakiest place in town, and that on your birthday.

Yeah, you were in for something.

...

"For the last time,", you seethed angrily at your best friend, "I am perfectly fine being a virgin!"

"Yeah, sure you are. But your browser history and your dildos say otherwise~", she mused as you blushed.

"It's called loving myself, and putting myself first. I enjoy doing things alone, and that includes pleasing myself.", you grumbled as you defended your dignity.

She sighed. "____, you're twenty-one today. It's time you get the feeling of a man's touch on you.", cue you giving her a disgusted look. "I'd rather die than let a man touch me, and where are we going exactly??"

"Oh, you'll see soon enough."

...

"What the...?!"

"Welcome to Blue Lock, where the boys here are specialised for pleasing lonely women like us!", she cheered before she dragged you inside, who tried running away.

"Please, let me go!", you yelled in fear, but her grip was relentless as she led you to the counter. "Hello, could we have Aiku and Otoya please, Anri?", she asked, and the woman on the counter smiled.

"Of course, please enjoy yourselves!", she exclaimed and she and your best friend laughed as if this was a joke. Which it was...but you didn't find it funny.

And in the next moment, you found yourself in front of a room, where your friend was in the other storey. You took a deep, exhausted breath before you softly knocked.

"Hello..?", you asked politely before you opened the door, and it was dark. You sighed before you went further into the chamber. You closed the door softly, and only after the click did you hear something.

It sounded like somebody stood up from the bed which was right in front of the door, and before you knew it, you were laying on it, and a man on top of you.

"Damn, what a pretty thing you are..", he rasped, looking into your wide eyes. Heterochromia, two different sets of eye colours on each eye.

They were truly mesmerizing, but you couldn't really focus on that when you felt something hard poking you, and the man above you biting his lip at your pretty face.

"Huh..?", you only said, still a little bamboozled that a stranger threw himself on top of you.

"So, what's it gonna be today, sweetie? Bondage...butt plugs...roleplay?", he breathed, wetting his lips when he thought about ravaging you.

"I-I'm a virgin..?", you only answered and hoped you wouldn't regret this. You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

And sure, the guy who was hovering over you was hot and all, and the LED light did a great job casting him into a red light, making him look all the more attractive, but you didn't really want to get your world rocked at your first time.

Fortunately, the guy had the dignity to quickly turn away from you and sit upright as he stared ahead of him as he scratched his neck. "Damn, sorry baby...But really? Are you really a virgin?", he asked as he looked down at you.

You were still laying there in your coat and boots as you looked at him. You turned to the side to face him better. You blushed at his question as you played with the scarf around your neck.

"yes...and please don't tease me for it..", you grumbled when you thought about how your friend bullied you on your entire ride there.

You heard faint slapping and moaning noises and you curled in yourself as you squeezed your eyes shut and you put your hands on your ears. Yeah, you were jealous at the other girls who got laid here.

The guy sitting next to you looked up at the ceiling, thinking about his boner and how pretty you looked.

'There's no way a woman this pretty is still a virgin..right?', he thought as he looked down at you again, only to grow concerned when he saw how you've turned into a ball.

"Shit, are you okay?! Hey, you hear me?", he asked in a worried tone as he scooched closer to you. You looked at him.

"Yeah, it's just...the noises.", you said, and the guy understood.

"How about..we kiss? Have you ever kissed anybody?"

"I've never even had a crush.."

"Damn.", the guy said and you whined in protest. But, he didn't mean it like that. He was surprised that you were a hard-core virgin who had yet to smile at a boy.

He huffed in amusement. "Would you like to do something? Or do you not wanna kiss me?", he asked.

Normally, he would've told a girl off when she didn't want to do anything, but it was different with you. If you didn't want to do anything then he'd be ready to cuddle you, and if you also didn't want that, then he'd just lay there with you on the bed, either talking, looking at the ceiling and just chilling.

"mh...well...I k-kinda do...but i dunno...", you murmured as you closed your eyes again.

"Can you...tell me a bit about yourself?", you asked, and hoped that you didn't break a rule. 'Maybe he just likes to fuck strangers and get paid? Can I even ask that?', you thought as you awaited his answer.

"The name's Oliver Aiku. I work here as a people pleaser in Blue Lock and I hope I can please you too, sweetheart."

you giggled. "That was a nice introduction. I can't believe my best friend brought me to a brothel on my birthday though.."

At that, Oliver laughed. "What?! She really did that? Damn...she must've been desperate to have you get railed, huh?"

You groaned in embarrassment. "Being a virgin is not so bad.."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-one?"

"Happy birthday, virgin."

"Please don't call me that."

Oliver chuckled again before he laid down next to you as he looked at you. "Sorry...it's just...I can't believe a pretty gem like you has been untouched for over twenty years- ouch!"

Yeah, you pinched his shoulder hard. He rubbed the sore place with a grin, still having a hard dick as he grinned at you. "But it's true. But how could you last this long without a dick?"

"...dildos?"

"Hehe.."

"What's so funny?", you asked. You slowly got irritated by his teasing, but then he just looked at you fondly.

"Sooo...you're a virgin, who got dragged by her best friend into a brothel, and that on your birthday, just to get laid?"

"It's not like I wanted to be here, you know..?"

Oliver sighed. 'poor thing..', then he went on top of you again. "what if we do what your best friend says then? hm?", he asked softly before he moved a strand of hair out of your face.

Your face heated up at the gentle touch Oliver gave you as you looked at his two-tones eyes. You gulped. "Promise to be gentle with me?"

Oliver huffed in amusement. "I'll try my best, sweetie.", and he was still above you, looking down on you. you looked at him for a moment, before you decided.

"Then...let's do it."

And just like that, Oliver sat up, pulled you up by your collar, held the back of your head with one, then the other hand on the small of your back as he leaned down to your level (your body was smaller than his) and softly brought his lips to yours, and you only felt a slight brush.

Then he leaned back. "How was that?"

"... What was that?", you retorted, a confused expression on your face, but still, you had a slight blush as well on it.

Oliver scoffed. "I-it was a kiss, y'know?! You wanted me to be gentle with you, and I am!"

"Y-you can be a tiny bit rougher with me...", you grumbled under your breath, and Oliver smirked.

"Well, if that's so...", he breathed before he pressed his lips down on yours in a much more passionate kiss.

Oliver flinched. You flinched as well, after he did. "wh-what?"

"Your lipstick...it tastes amazing!", he exclaimed before licking at your lips. "mmh...", he whimpered before he kissed you again.

You had to surpress giggles when you felt him eating away your cherry lipstick more than kissing you, but you let him. It felt nice...whatever he was doing.

'Gosh, why does this taste so good!? Why can't I stop!?...it's so addicting...!'

He then suddenly stopped himself. "S-sorry...", he mumbled, holding a crouched finger in front of his lips as he looked to the side with a blush. He only said sorry because he couldn't taste the lipstick anymore and he only realized then that he's been lapping at your mouth like a thirsty dog.

"It's okay.", you said with a smile. 'he's so cute..!'

and then, you scooched closer to him as you pulled away the finger from his lips as you slowly kissed him again.

Oliver didn't know why he felt like that. He felt shy, but good. He felt so...different with you than with all the other girls he's been spending time with.

Maybe it's also because of the fact that you were a virgin and Oliver didn't really know what to do. Experienced girls knew the drill. you didn't.

But, he knew that he'd let you do anything you liked, since it was your first time, so all he had to do was to relax, no?

Easer done than said. Oliver wanted you on his lap as he slowly took off your coat, shawl and beanie. He took a moment to snicker at your dishelved hair and you giggled as well before you tried to brush it neat a little.

And then, Oliver sat you on lis lap, where he rested against the headbord, and looked at you. Your heartbeat quickened when you felt something poking your clit and you forrowed your brows.

"wh-what's that?"

"An erection. Guys get hard when pretty girls like you sit on 'em.", he spoke as he tired to subtly grind up in order to get some friction. You gasped.

"i...are erections always so...big?", you asked as you shifted around to feel it some more, but you flinched when it gave you a sweet sensation.

Oliver hissed before he smirked at you through his bangs. "well...my dick's big, ...don't know about the other guys though."

You huffed in amusement. But, you turned serious again. "um...could you take these off?", you asked with a slight blush as you pulled at his pants.

Now, Oliver didn't know why he blushed, but he did. Maybe he liked the feeling of you on top of him, maybe he liked it when you grinded down on him a bit just a few moments ago...and maybe he liked getting ordered around?

He nodded. "Aynthing ya want, pretty-"

you startet to take your clothes of too, and his breath got caught in his throat. What he saw must've been the prettiest woman he's ever seen, stripping herself off of the clothes she's been wearing, becoming almost more naked than the day she was born, and Oliver never sprung out of bed just to rip off his pants so fast as well.

He panted when he whipped his head to your figure again, who just sat there in nothing but cute stockings, and a sweet lingerie set. All pastel coloured.

Oliver gulped nervously.

"So...what now?", you asked as you looked to the side. Oliver chuckled as he sat by the headbord again, and beckoned you closer. You were glad that he didn't take off his boxers...yet.

"Sit here, pretty...", he instructed to you, motioning for you to sit between his legs, with your back facing him. He grunted when you 'corrected' your seat before his dick, intentionally rubbing your ass against his hard groin as he took in a sharp breath.

"S-slowly, baby...", he gasped before you finally settled down.

You looked back to him. "Are you okay?"

He nodded quickly before he kissed your cheek and whispered for you to spread your legs. As you widened them, Oliver kissed you along your neck, and his warm fingers ghosting over your cold skin, brushing against your knees, thighs and belly softly, sending shivers around your body and you flinched a little.

"Are you okay, doll?", Oliver asked this time as he nibbled at your ear a little, his hands moving up to grope at your tits a bit. You took a deep breath.

It all felt foreign. You being here, nearly stripped off of all your clothes, with a man in his briefs sitting behind you with his boner pressing agains your rear, and letting him grope you.

You sighed dreamily.

It could be that your first time wasn't really what you expected-

"Ah!", you yelped, closing your thighs reflexively when you felt Oliver's right pointy and index finger prod and rub your clit through the fabric slowly. He stopped.

"Sorry..!", he said, and tried to take his hand away from yours, but you held it in place. "wait..d-do it again..I was just thinking of something else for a moment..", you mumbled as you gently pushed his fingers against your bud, enjoying the feeling of a man's touch for the first time.

Oliver blushed a little when he felt your tiny hand grab his and push his digits against your pussy. He realized now that he was falling for you. He looked up at the ceiling as he closed his eyes.

'dammit...falling for a customer..?!', he thought as he slowly circled his middle finger around your bud, applying pressure here and there, feeling you writhe under his touch as you press your back towards him and your breathing quickened as it also got heavier.

It felt good. Very good. Not even half as fast as your cheap vibrator, but still good. His fingers felt nice against your bundle of nerves and you gently rocked your hips against his palms as he massaged your sensitive area.

"mmh...feels good...", you moaned slightly, accompanied by a soft sigh, and Oliver kissed you again. He somehow loved kissing you more than wanting to fuck you.

Was it because he was falling for you? Even though he didn't even know your name? Was it because of your sweet vanilla scent? Your smaller frame against his as your butt which got harrassed by his hips as he humped you subtly? Or was it because he could take things easy for once?

Where he could do as he pleased, and not being bossed around so much. I mean, sure, you ordered his hand to stay where it was and for him to rub your clit, but he didn't mind it. He found it cute how you caught his hand between your thighs to keep it where it rested. He found it cute how your hand held his thigh, right above his knee as your other hand was above Oliver's hand which was pressed against your pussy, wanting to feel some more friction.

He found your sweet moans and sighs cute, where he could kiss you however he wanted. Where he could hug you tightly to him, and where you didn't mind.

He loved having the freedom to take your virginity, but he loved the idea of acting as your lover even more. He loved the idea of acting as your boyfriend, hell, he'd even become your husband if you'd say yes.

He didn't know why, but he wanted to please you in other ways and not just sex. He wanted to make you pancakes, take you out on sweet dates, and make you smile.

Damn, he fell for you, even though you guys only knew each other for an hour.

"yeah? want me to take it a step...deeper?", he whispered as he kissed your temple, and you nodded with a smile.

you heard the slapping noises again, but you didn't pay them any mind as Oliver pushed a finger into your vagina, and you whimpered. Meanwhile, Oliver's mouth stood agape as he struggled pushing his middle finger deeper into your core, and he didn't even put in half of it.

He couldn't even imagine fow his dick was supposed to fit inside that sweet pussy of yours. He groaned.

"S-sorry..", you started, wanting to apologize in embarrassment upon him feeling your tight entrance, but you only felt and heard a breathy chuckle.

"Don't you dare apologize, doll,", he said, one hand grabbing from under your thigh and pushing it up as he pushed his finger deeper inside upon the new angle, and you arched your back in response.

"mmnnh!"

Oliver giggled. Yes, he fucking giggled. "Gosh, you're too cute...and innocent...fuck...!"

And he then pulled out his slick-coated finger before he pushed it back in. The feeling was weird, having something warm go in and outside of you, and it even curling around.

None of your dildos worked like that.

____.exe has stopped working.

You moaned when he did it a few times, growing accustomed to the feeling of his finger in your core, and Oliver smiled. "Feels good?"

"Yes..", you breathed heartily. Oliver blushed, and sped up a little more, making your breath hitch. He slowly added a second finger, and you let your head fall back.

'This feels so good..I feel so full...!', you thought as you closed your eyes in bliss. Oliver used the moment to lean down and lick a stripe up your neck, making you shiver.

"damn...yer making me wanna quit..", he mumbled, but you still heard it.

"h-huh?", you asked as you tried to pay more attention to him and not his nice fingers, who were pumping into you at this point.

"Lemme quit my job for ya...", he said a little more loudly as his thumb caressed your clit again, but this time a little more with aggression, and applying more pressure as he sped up.

You moaned loudly. "Ah...O-oliver..!"

you felt flattered, even in the midst of this type of affection. You felt flattered that his words were sounding so sincere.

But you had your worries and concerns. Your best friend told you about all the guys she'd encountered as she had been in countless relationships. And she told you that boys would tell you anything as long as you stayed together with them.

Oliver just kept going faster and faster, circling around your bud as his hand nearly made slapping noises against your pussy, and your face got hot as you listened to the sound.

"Wanna make you mine...wanna...make you smile...", he muttered as he sped up more and more, listening to your voice which raised octave for octave, and he laid his head on your shoulder.

"I think i fell in love with you, even though I don't know your name."

Shit, you could have just come from that.

He suddenly stopped and took out his hand from your core, leaving you panting, and stolen off of your high. He took the fingers which were inside of you into his mouth, motioning for you to look down to him as he licked and sucked at his fingers in bliss, moaning at the sweet taste and fluttering eyes closing shut as he blushed.

But, you flushed in embarrassment. "wh-why did you do that? You could've just wiped them on the sheets, you know?", you said softly as you kept stealing glances at his blissed out face as he still licked at his lips, wanting to take whatever was left from your fluid from his palms.

When he only tasted his own saliva and not your sweetness anymore, he took out his fingers. "Why do that? You just became my favourite meal. And one shouldn't throw away a meal like that.", he answered with a pout as he stood up to take off his boxers.

"you know? there's a saying. My coach told me this by the way when he taught me how to eat out a lady..."eating out a woman is the same as eating something oily or juicy. For example you're eating a hamburger, and you still have some crumbs, or salad or cheese or something on your palms. You wouldn't take the napkin first, would you? It would be a waste. Just how the hamburger was a blessing, food to be cherished, what is left and still visible on the fingers is a blessing too. This is why you should always lick it away before using a napkin." And that's why I always lick away the essence, and not wipe them.", Oliver explained as he took of his boxers.

"Did your coach...always compare women to food?", you asked, half curious and half jealous of the realization that you were in a brothel with a man who had most likely gone down on countless women.

"Well, food tastes good, and women do too, so I don't really see the difference. But you...", he trailed off, smirking proudly as you ogled at his schlong with wide eyes, and thus boosting his ego, as he sat down again.

"you taste sweeter than honey, doll."

"_-____."

There was a moment of silence as he registered your answer. ____. Heh, what a pretty name. However, his heartbeat pounded against his ripcage so hard that he feared it might burst.

Normally, he wouldn't ask for a stranger's name. And if they told them, he still would call them petnames.

Normally, he couldn't even give two shits about his customers, he just wanted a nice fucking session and gain some money.

Normally, his heart wouldn't act out like that.

Normally.

It seemed like you were an exception.

It seemed like his heart found a new reason to work.

It seemed like he didn't wanna do this filthy job anymore.

It seemed like you were comfortable with him, trusting him as you gave your name price.

And oh, what a price it was.

Oliver would be packing his things tonight and just follow you home, because the brothel's been his home for the longest time.

Sure, he'd miss Blue Lock, mostly because of his friends and the money, but that was about it.

Yeah, Oliver would ask to move in to your apartment.

...if you had other feelings than lust for him.

...he hoped you did.

"____...", he breathed out. If came so naturally off his tongue, and he fell in love with the name as he looked at you with a smile.

A genuine smile. Not the one he'd show anyone else.

He had a sweet smile.

You averted your eyes as your cheeks burned. 'ahh he's so pretty! And I love how my name sounds from his voice!!!'

Then, he took a condom out of his drawer and gave you a show of putting it on his dick. Your eyes widened in lust and wonder as you watched him pull the gummy down his dick, and he just had to do it very slowly as he watched you stare.

He felt shy and nervous all of a sudden.

Oliver quickly leaned forward to take your hand as he gently pulled you towards him, making you walk on your knees until his dick rested under your pussy.

"Are..you sure that... this ...will fit?", you asked with a nervous smile as you looked at the size of his dick.

He was certainly bigger than any dildo you've ever had.

"hm...there's only one way to find out.", he answered as he looked up at you with a closed eyed smile, and if the tension wouldn't be so damn sexual, you would've slapped him.

But you felt like caressing his cheek now. You still held his hand as you gulped. "Well...y-you were fingering me before, right?", you asked with a stutter, but Oliver didn't pay it any mind as he started kissing your chest and collarbone.

"Yes, I did. We can also not do anything at all, ____."

You looked at him for a moment. Then your hand came in contact with his cheek. His eyes widened. He then pressed the side of his face into your hand and nuzzled himself against it.

It felt like you two knew each other for a long time, like you weren't strangers. Oliver had never experienced a touch like...that.

He never got touched so softly, and when you looked at him with such a gentle smile, and treated him like he was the most expensive thing in the world...

"Oh, Oliver, my love!", you exclaimed as you hugged him. You embraced him the moment you saw his right eye suddenly collecting more water, and you grew panicked.

"Did I do something wrong? Am I not allowed to touch workers? Please my love, answer me...!", you said in a hushed whisper as Oliver slowly brought his arms to your back and hugged you as well.

His shoulders were shaking as he sniffed and sobbed. "N-no...I just..I love you!", he cried and you just hugged him tighter.

It took him a few seconds to collect his thoughts, to let loose, to calm down. Oliver felt...safe, in your arms. He was surprised when you suddenly embraced him, as if you were protecting him, and maybe that was what he needed.

Maybe he just needed to breathe a bit. Yeah. That was it. Catch a break from this place.

He hugged you a little tighter and you reciprocated the gesture. Oliver sighed contently. That sweet moment however, got ruined when your knees couldn't support the weight of Oliver -who was laying on your chest with his whole upper body- anymore, and you had to sit down.

It was a wonder, truly.

Your pussy sucked his dick inside in one go, without any difficulties as you gasped sharply and Oliver moaned shamelessly. Oliver cursed under his breath as he massaged your sides, trying to tell you sweet nothings as he tried to refrain from thrusting up his dick.

your breath was ragged as you tried to process how in the world you could've taken such a huge cock like Oliver's in, let alone so...easily.

But, you also felt more full than you ever did, none of your dildos were that good. Gosh, Oliver might get you addicted to his own dick if you didn't hop off anytime soon.

"mmh...c-can I move?", you asked after a few minutes, and Oliver looked at you in confused amazement. He was underneath you, panting as he tried to get accustomed to the tightest cunt he's ever had the pleasure of getting inside, and here you were, all ready to ride him.

Oliver nodded as he closed his eyes. "Lift your hips- s-slow--ah~!", he instructed, but you lifted them too fast and Oliver's shaft was robbed from your warm walls as you raised yourself, sucking him a little up and he shivered when he felt the cool night air from the slightly opened window hit against his wet cock.

You hissed in frustration when you didn't feel his thick dick fill you up and you let yourself down again, but this time much slower, and you moaned out in bliss. Oliver did as well, and he looked at the place where your entrance took in more and more of him.

His heart started hurting. "Yes..j-just like that..!", he breathed as he felt you rise again. your eyes were closed in concentration of Oliver's breathing, his twitching dick, his hands holding your hips to guide you around on his cock and the lewd noises both of your genitals did.

Gosh, it felt so right to ride him. It felt good. His hands felt good. His cologne was the only air you've wanted to breathe ever again. His face and body and dick were the only things you ever wanted to see again. His voice was the only sound you ever wanted to hear again.

Was it possible...that you fell for Oliver too?

...Was it possible to kidnap him?

I mean, you could disguise your doings as a form of wanting to get to know him better, and later on use him as your personal dildo or plaything, but we'll see about that.

Right now, you went down again, and Oliver's legs trembled a little. You noticed of course and stopped your ministrations. "What's wrong?", you asked with an innocent face, your brows frowning in concern and your wide eyes searching for any discomfort in his face.

The fucking audacity you had.

Oliver was seconds away from cumming!

He just wanted to kiss you in order to shut you up -french-kiss you, to be precise- and force his tongue down your throat until you couldn't think anymore and fuck you senseless.

But he just shook his head. "No, it's just... I'm close...", he sighed, dissappointed in himself. But could you blame him? He's had a painful boner the moment you stepped into this room.

You giggled. "So...I'm making you cum? Does it feel good? want me to change the pace?", you asked in an excited tone, and Oliver was left in amazement at your behavior for the nth time tonight.

what were you, exactly?

"Do you like the idea of me cumming so bad, ____?", he mused, wanting to see you blush, but his eyes widened when you nodded happily.

"I can finally brag about my friend that i made a man and myself cum! Then she'll for sure leave me alone!", you cheered, and Oliver grew depressed.

"Oh...is this...like, the only reason you're here? Just because of your friend?", he asked, making you stop altogether.

You grabbed his cheeks and gave him a big smooch. "Listen, Oliver. I came here with the intention to just get fucked around a little and then leave, but you make me want to stay by your side and love you.

And you know...about what you said earlier...

...I think I fell for you too.", you chuckled as you smiled at him fondly.

Oliver's eyes stared at yours for a moment before he pulled you to him and kissed you a hundred times. You giggled when he peppered your face in sloppy kisses, pecks, and kitten licks, but you wouldn't want to have it any other way.

You let him do as he pleased, letting him trail down your body with kisses, biting your neck gently, nibbling your collarbone, and his thumbs rounding your nipples as if they were these joints from a playstation controller, making you whimper a bit.

You sighed happily as he pushed you down, making him go on top of you again, and you laying on the sheets, his dick still inside you and you gently rocked your hips against his to gain some friction.

"Really?", he asked as he tried catching his breath. You nodded with a smile. "Really."

Oliver smiled back. "Good...now, let me make love to you, ____."

You giggled and Oliver kissed your nose with a grin before he held one of your hands and kissed it gently. You looked up at him with heart eyes.

Oliver blushed furiously as he kissed your lips and thrusted into you at the same time. You moaned against his lips as you felt your stomach forming a knot, with Oliver repeatedly hitting a certain spot inside you which made your eyes roll back and your toes curl.

You arched your back at the feeling, your clit pulsing in a strong rythm and Oliver kissed you again and again as he kept thrusting into you.

"mm...nngh~...y're s'good t'this...", you mumbled, already losing yourself in the feeling of his dick filling you up and massaging your walls with his veins and girth as you tried meeting his snaps.

Oliver gritted his teeth as he tried not to cum at the moment. He didn't know what was more hot; being inside of you, or seeing your blissed out face, with your body moving upwards a bit at every of his hips' movements.

He groaned before he buried his head into your shoulder and adjusted his legs for a moment, where you caressed the back of his hand with your thumb as you waited patiently and combed through his hair in a comforting manner with your other one.

Then, Oliver snapped his hips into yours, his dick drilling into you at a fast pace as you gasped at the sudden change and reflexively pulled at his hair, making him hiss in pain and pleasure.

"Does, ah..does this also feel good..!?", he grunted as he felt tears stream down his face at the feeling of pleasure and pain, because he tried not to cum, and it hurt, a lot.

"Yes...but please, Oliver. Cum."

Oliver's breath got caught in his throat as his cock just started to let out the pent up and held back white spurts of semen inside the condom, but it felt like he was cumming inside of you, which made him scared.

So, he quickly pulled his dick out, relieved as he realized he was still wearing a condom and sighed.

He still had to overcome the fact that his body reacted upon your request, cumming when you told him to. He felt like he could've held it in for five more minutes, but you proved him otherwise.

"How...how did you know I wanted to cum?", he asked in bewilderment when he hugged you close to him. You caressed his torso after you pulled the condom out of his now-soft penis.

"I read a lot of books."

"Oh...b-but you didn't cum...!"

"There's always a next time, Oliver."

And Oliver looked at you with a surprised face. Why was he so forgetful today?

You had a smile on your face when you held one of his hands and kissed it. "It was a perfect first time."

"But you didn't cum.."

"I didn't want to in the first place. I just...wanted to know what it feels like, being touched by a man, making love to a man...and, well, experiencing something like that. I'm glad I went with my friend."

"hm, me too. But was it a...good first time?", he asked as he played with a few strands of your hair. You huffed in amusement.

"I couldn't imagine a better first time, Oliver.", you confessed, and Oliver had a precious smile on his face as he looked at you.

...

"So...I was thinking...maybe...just maybe! I could...move into your apartment?", he asked, already having packed his things as he followed you.

Your best friend stared at you with an open mouth, who looked at him with a smile. "I'd love to! But, I must warn you, I don't really cook or clean around the house, so I might need a-"

"Maid? Cook? I can totally do that.", he answered quickly and with a determined expression on his face.

"Hey...are we maybe skipping a few steps here?", your best friend chimed in as she raised her eyebrow.

"Huh? Uh, no? I love him. He's just my type, and he also took my virginity. And apparently, he says he can do house chores and cook meals. So why not live together?", you answered as you looked at her.

She scratched her head. "Damn. Once I bring you out, and bam, now you have a husband. Jeez, ya need to teach me your ways, ____!!!", she yelled, and you giggled at her desperation.

Then you bid her goodbye as your Uber came and you stepped in with Oliver. The ride was silent as you snuggled up against him and he kissed the top of your head.

---

hellyu, how was that?!

If it wasn't what you wanted then I'm sorry, but I don't wanna rewrite it again. However, please write feedback in the comments, alright?

Read you in the next post!

[somethingsomethingwords]

Ok so, here is another one. This is a little bit different from what I usually write or even like reading, but alas, sometimes an idea just enters your brain and just doesn't leave. Also this one has a title ig. So here it is. I hope you'll like it. Enjoy 💜

Of course I wanted you to stay

(but you didn't, no you didn't, no you didn't)

Lance was so full of adrenaline he almost dropped the mic. He was shaking from head to toe, but there was a huge grin on his face.

There was no sadness, because even if this was the last concert of the tour, it had been one of his best ones like, ever.

Also he was home, so he knew that after all the crazy partying he would do tonight, tomorrow he'd meet his sister, he'd go to that bakery that sells the best cupcakes, and he'd be able to roam the streets with his thick glasses and ugly beanie and scarf combos, and no one would recognise him.

But still, that's tomorrow. In that moment, there was the encore.

It was always different, so it was always special, but that day even more so. It was composed of three of his older songs, about pain and heartache and moving on despite the past, maybe in spite of it. He loved it very much. Because he was home, singing his first hits and he was ending one of the happiest and saddest tours of his life.

It had started great, new album, in love and energetic. Then he was left behind, alone and with nothing to show for it. Because it had to stay a secret. He had to keep his love secret. He had had no one to complain to, because the only people who knew would have been put in an uncomfortable situation, and he didn't want that. So he hid his hurt and did what he always did. He put it in his music. He sang his pain until the only hurt he could feel was the one in his throat.

It really had been a rollercoaster. But now it was the end, everything was better, and he wanted to send a last fuck you. He may have matured, but nothing would make him lose his pettiness.

So he sang.

Are you sorry like you weren't at the time?

Loving you was easy,

that's why it hurts now

The worst way to love somebody

is to watch them love somebody else

and it works out now

And sang.

Cause someone loved me,

someone fucking loved me

Someone fucking loved me,

I loved him too

Goddamn it, I was worth something,

I fuckin' earned something

I have a right to die, a right to live,

a right to choose, too. And God, no!

Of course I don't wanna feel better!

Can you fucking imagine?!

And sang.

Because, in the end,

you can see how much I loved you

from the fact that I'm fine now

It's a lie, but I say it anyhow

He put every single emotion into these songs, and finally let them go.

When the crowd roared, it all exploded.

He felt a solitary tear wet his face, but nothing could have stolen his smile. He waited for his band, then bowed and left the stage.

The night was young and he was feeling free and wild. And quite hungry, actually.

So he took his band to his favourite pub. They ate, and drank, and ate some more.

On the taxi towards his house, Lance realised that, no matter how much it had hurt, he didn't regret having what he had with Fernando.

Even the tears, even the heartbreak, they all shaped the person he was today.

He liked to think he was loyal, and dependable and kind. But most importantly, he liked to think he was better than the person he was yesterday.

His house appeared, and after paying and tipping the taxi driver, he opened the door.

Yeah, it was big and a little bit empty and a little bit cold. A little bit like his heart. But it was something to be proud of, because it was his, and he was working on it.

---

The next day he really started to rethink all of this rock star thing.

His head pounded with his heartbeat and his mouth tasted rancid.

He got up and drank some water, downing a couple of aspirins for his headache.

After the shower he felt somewhat normal, and decided to go out for breakfast.

He reached his favourite bakery and ordered two pastries to go. He wanted to retreat and lay warmly in front of the fireplace.

Lance noticed him as soon as he stepped out, but he decided to ignore him. His house wasn't that far, he could reach it quickly and without having to talk to him. For once, he wanted to thank whoever made him with long legs.

But even if he could go fast without running, so could the other.

They walked in silence, side by side, for a few minutes.

When the silence and the presence were getting to him, he abruptly stopped and turned towards the other man.

"What do you want?"

Fernando didn't deserve kindness nor gentleness. He forfeited those when he left Lance. Via text. Without explanation and blocking him immediately after.

Lance had spent too many days crying; now he wanted nothing to do with the man.

"Hello Lance. Was just around" he said, as if it explained why he was in Canada and not in England, in Monaco, hell even at home in Spain.

Lance huffed and started moving again, having had more than enough, but stopped when he felt a firm grip on his wrist.

He stared at the hand on his arm with wide eyes, before raising them to Nando's face.

"You have three seconds to either take your hand off or have it broken" he said shakily.

There must have been something in his voice that made the threat a real one, because suddenly he was free again.

"Lance, am sor..." Nando started.

"Shut up before I make you. We can't discuss here, someone could recognise you. Come to my house" surely not his finest moment, but all Lance could feel was fury. Still, he wasn't raising his voice, so he could consider it a win.

you are still protecting him, Este's voice said in his mind.

shut up, of course I am, but what else could he do?

They arrived at his house. He quickly opened the door and closed it when Fernando got in.

"You have no right to come here with your flimsy excuse and expect me to be ok with it. Now, tell me what you want and get the hell out of my house" there, simple and direct.

For a moment, Fernando seemed seriously sorry. But Lance didn't care. He was the one left behind, the one who had to pick up his pieces when he fell apart. He healed as best as he could, and he would not apologise for building up his defences.

"Lance, I am really sorry, for what's worth. I want to explain"

"You are a few months too late. At this point, I don't even know if I care. I only ever asked one thing, Alonso. One. I was ok with being kept a secret, and avoiding being seen together, and the distance. I only asked you to openly communicate and shit like that. You just left without a word" now that he had started, he couldn't seem to stop.

"You knew, I told you why I wanted that. Why I needed you to be honest and open, yet you just disappeared. I had to ask Este, who had to ask Mick. And for what. To be told that you had a new model girlfriend? So no, Alonso, I don't care anymore. It would just reopen old wounds. Now go, I'm sure you have somewhere else to be"

and someone else to be with, it wasn't said but both could hear it.

"That's not right. I have nowhere to go. Am alone, Lance" he said, something hurt and teary in his voice.

Lance was about to replicate, sharp words already on the tip of his tongue, when something in Nando's expression made him stop. His eyes showed how open he was being, how vulnerable.

Lance sighed, and led the man into the living room, making him sit on the couch, while he went into the kitchen and brought back two glasses of water. He would have preferred something stronger, but this felt too important of a moment to have it tainted by alcohol and not being in the right mind.

He sat on the opposite side of the couch, and waited for the other to start talking.

"First of all, am sorry, really. I knew it would hurt you, how I left you, but I did it anyway. And I know you have no reason to believe me or care. Am here because I believe you deserve the truth about everything"

He seemed honest, but Lance wouldn't trust him so easily, not again.

"What are you hoping for with your confession months later, mh? I'm not going to obediently come back to you, waiting to be heartbroken again. You're not gonna fuck me and leave, either. So, what do you want?" he was probably being unfair to the other man, but anger and confusion had never been a good mix of emotions for him.

"Lance, I would never..."

"Like you would never leave, Alonso? Don't make promises you can't keep and don't say things you don't mean" he interrupted, harsh and stubborn.

"You are right. I made promises and then I broke them and betrayed your trust. But I need you to know I had reasons. Not perfect, not good, but I had them" and goddamnit, Lance could feel himself beginning to soften.

just listen to him, said his conscience, suspiciously sounding like Mick.

"Would you care to explain them?" Was he being sarcastic or curious? He himself didn't know.

"Of course. Someone was starting to notice some...changes in me. I was happier, nicer, smiled more. Someone I don't like said something in a way I didn't like. Made me understand that he knew something was up, and would ruin me. So I decided that I needed to protect myself, to protect you. Left you because I couldn't see you. I knew I'm not strong enough to leave you if I saw you"

It all sounded logical, from a certain point of view, but Lance knew there was more, so he waited for the other to continue.

After a few seconds, Fernando raised his eyes, looking at Lance, before turning them down again.

"I didn't like the weakness. All the time, I was thinking about you, wanted you near. It was too much. So I thought I could just stay away, and forget about it"

about you, was left unsaid.

"And can you? Forget about it?" Lance not only wanted to know. He needed to, before going on with the conversation. He could feel his hands beginning to shake and his eyes starting to water, but he had to be sure.

Fernando immediately raised his eyes, and spoke with a tone determined and something like hope in his eyes.

"Of course I can't. I'm here right now, begging for a second chance" he said pleadingly.

"Then beg" Lance said, not meanly, but he also wasn't feeling particularly charitable, and it was better to make some things clear from the beginning: he wasn't going to repeat the same mistakes. He wasn't the young man staring at his teen crush, starry eyed and in love and grateful for every scrap of attention and affection. He was older, maybe a little bit more bitter, a little bit wiser. Fernando left some marks onto his heart, and he wasn't going to refresh them for nothing less than certainty.

"Lance, please give me another chance. I know I fucked up, was so wrong. I'm begging you, let me fix this. However long it takes, is ok. Just, tell me you'll think about forgiving me, and starting again" he was being so earnest, how could Lance resist?

"Even if I forgive you, and it's a big if, I'm not going to forget anytime soon, ok? I'll need time and space and for you to make an effort" he really was weak for this man, but who could blame him, he spent half his childhood idolizing him and then he met him and fell in love.

"Will do whatever it takes. But let me, please"

Realising all the air stuck in his lungs, Lance sighed.

"Ok"

He didn't even finish the word that Fernando picked him up and spun Lance around, making him laugh despite himself.

Fernando finally put him down, and took his hand to kiss it, maintaining the eye contact for a few seconds.

Lance could feel himself blushing, and quickly shook his head, still smiling.

After a few seconds of just getting reacquainted with one another, Fernando broke the silence.

"I liked the show yesterday. Especially the encore"

And now Lance was definitely blushing. His encore had been designed as a way of finally letting go, one last screw you to the man now in front of him. But he couldn't say that to him, even if it was pretty clear.

It would have been childish to throw shades at Fernando in one of his concerts, no?

"Yeah, I was inspired, I guess" his smile smaller but still there.

"Fuck the guy who made you suffer, the bastard" and in his jokingly way, Nando was telling him that he wasn't angry, and that they would be ok.

"Yeah, fuck him"

[whumpshaped]

first

idk what to say this got entirely out of hand. i just spent last night and this morning typing this out on my phone in a daze, trying to get to a point where i could finally cut it off

tw needles, stitches, fear of friend dying, just a high stress situation altogether

Surprisingly, Caretaker proved to be very good at pushing personal differences aside for Whumpee's sake, even taking some orders from Whumper without snarky remarks.

"Maybe we should stay friends," Whumper said casually. "We make a pretty good team. At least when you're quiet."

Caretaker could swear they felt their eye twitch. "Imagine how good of a team we'd make if both of us were quiet."

"You're right. I also feel like we've gotten close enough to understand each other without words."

"Could you shut the fuck up?" they snapped, before immediately taking a deep, calming breath, directing their eyes back to the wound. "We both want them alive, right? So let me focus."

"I don't know. I'm starting to think I don't care that much about them."

Caretaker's eyes snapped to Whumper again, despite them desperately trying to work out the suture situation. "I will fucking kill you if you don't stop fucking around. I swear. And if Whumpee dies, I'll also kill you. You will not leave this stupid place alive unless Whumpee is okay."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," they said with a self-assured smile. "I'm just saying-"

"Don't. Don't say anything."

If sewing their best friend back together wasn't stressful enough, Caretaker could feel Whumper's gaze on them the entire time. Obviously, they must've been joking. And obviously, this was just another attempt to get on their nerves. But they were almost done, and Whumpee was almost stable.

"It's admirable, the way you handled this," Whumper remarked once the stitches were all in place and they could catch their breath. "I wonder how many people would let their friend die just out of spite. On principle. Because they wouldn't take orders from me, wouldn't trust me-"

"Just two minutes. Can I just have two minutes in peace?" Caretaker buried their face in their hands, feeling like they were about to cry. The anxiety and adrenaline was catching up to them. "You're seriously starting to sound like you're flirting with me or something. It's gross. Shut up. Leave us alone."

Caretaker didn't look up, hoping that if they didn't acknowledge Whumper, they'd just disappear. And it worked. No more comments, not for several minutes. They could almost imagine it was just the two of them again, them and Whumpee. And when the silence was finally broken, it was in a way they'd never expected.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I talk when I'm nervous."

They scoffed, raising their head to look at Whumper- only to find that they really did look pretty spent. "Wait, are you serious? What the fuck were you nervous about?"

"I told you, I wanted them alive. Throughout this whole ordeal, I had no idea if we could actually pull it off. I was fucking nervous the whole time."

"And our legendary duel is still yet to come."

"Oh, no, god no." They put up both hands in a lighthearted gesture of surrender. "I'm done. This was enough excitement for today. You actually complied with me to save them, I guess that's like... proof of your golden heart and whatever, and the power of friendship, and I was actually just testing you all along, and... whatever else your fairy godmother would say."

"So you're just... letting us leave?"

"Yeah. I'm done. I'm exhausted. You promise you won't try to press charges, I promise I won't come after you."

"What?" Caretaker wanted to argue. Of course they were going to press charges. But right now... Whumper didn't have to know that. "I mean- that's... kinda scummy, but... yeah, sure, fine."

Whumper nodded. They didn't even question their answer. Instead, they vaguely gestured towards where they sat. "Can I sit with you? The rocks are digging into my ass, and it's really uncomfortable."

"If you stay quiet."

They pretended to zip up their mouth, scooting over to take the rockless space next to Caretaker in complete silence.

Caretaker had no idea what to think at this point. The stress of the rescue, the gunshot, being found... being on high alert the entire time, while also being laserfocused on saving Whumpee's life... having to work together with the fucker who caused all of it... They were tired. And as much as they hated to admit, the experience sort of... humanised Whumper in their mind. This guy wasn't a vicious torturer. They were a disturbed idiot, apparently more than capable of some stage-fright, who was still willing to threaten them into somehow giving expert first aid.

Right now, Whumper was just resting like anyone else would be after a huge operation. It must've been the exhaustion, but for a brief moment, Caretaker thought they really could've been friends. In another life. One in which they didn't kidnap Whumpee.

"Stop staring. It makes me nervous. And if I get nervous, I'll just start blabbering, and you don't want-"

"Fine, jeez. Go to therapy, sort out your weird anxiety. And the other stuff."

This too, this weird banter. It was too human. Since when did they feel comfortable enough to say shit like that to Whumper? An hour ago they had been terrified. And why wasn't Whumper retaliating?

More minutes passed in silence, with Caretaker constantly checking whether Whumpee was awake yet. Whumper didn't want to leave until they saw that Whumpee really was okay, and Caretaker wouldn't have let them anyway. 'You will not leave this stupid place alive unless Whumpee is okay.' That was what they'd said, and they meant it.

"Why aren't they waking up?" Caretaker asked impatiently. "It's been a while already."

Whumper turned around to see Whumpee in the same position they'd left them in. "Touch the wound for me."

"What?"

"Either you touch it or I do. See if it's a little too warm."

Caretaker didn't have the energy to argue. Besides, Whumper didn't seem like they were joking, and if possible, Caretaker would've like to avoid them touching Whumpee any more than necessary. They crawled a little closer, gently placing a hand on top of the skin around the wound. "It's pretty warm."

"See if they have a fever."

Caretaker moved their hand to Whumpee's forehead and cheeks, grimacing at the unnatural warmth. "Fuck. Fuck. Of course it'd get infected! Why did we even do this outside?"

"Where else? Did you want to do it in my house?"

"No! We should've called an ambulance! You should've let me call one!" They turned around, their rage completely reignited.

"I'm not letting you call others onto my property," Whumper said calmly. Of course. How could they forget, for even a moment? Whumper was still a fucking monster. "We can bring them inside, clean the wound again, and give them some medicine." When Caretaker opened their mouth to argue, they added, "That's the final offer."

"I thought we were a team now. Friends. Whatever the fuck." They hated how the desperation came through in their voice, despite all their efforts to hide it.

"That's why I'm offering to help treat them in my home. And also because I can't just drag them there alone. Again, it's... a two-men job."

Caretaker took less time to think about accepting this way riskier type of help than the first time, when it was just treating a gunshot wound and some other injuries out in the open. Was Whumper getting in their head? Subtly conditioning them to trust their stupid suggestions? They didn't have time to analyse their behaviour. Or did they? Maybe it wasn't even as urgent as Whumper was making it seem. No, that was dumb, of course an infection was urgent. God, they needed rest, they needed their brain to be working.

"Fine, okay, just- just don't let them die. I can't watch them die. I just got them back-"

"Whether they live or die is entirely dependent on you. I'm giving you all the help I can, actually."

Caretaker groaned in frustration. "Don't phrase it like that. Like I just need to accept all this graciously offered, professional help. I don't even know if the infection was caused by an earnest mistake or you. Maybe you want to lure me inside! Maybe-"

"Caretaker." Whumper's stern voice made them stop mid-conspiracy. "The sooner we catch the infection, the better. Come on."

While they were bringing Whumpee back into their personal house of horrors, Caretaker couldn't help but feel extremely uneasy. This felt like a mistake, on every level. And why was Whumper scolding them like they were nothing but a petulant child? Their concerns were entirely valid! Reasonable!

They wanted to fucking explode. This entire day was a mindfuck, and they just didn't have the mental energy to stay on top of everything all the time. They desperately needed someone to lean on, someone to trust... and Whumper seemed to be changing up their stupid personality to fit whatever Caretaker wanted at the time, making it way too easy to give in and just blindly trust their help, even if that went against every single rational thought in their head.

Manipulating them.

Caretaker rubbed their eyes, trying to focus on cleaning the wound again, this time with better equipment, in a more sterile environment. They just had to stay vigilant.

Quite vigilant of you to accept this offer, and come into the lion's den of your own accord. And bring Whumpee, injured, unconscious, and defenceless.

They couldn't beat themself up for it now. They had to focus. They'd beat themself up for it later.

"Not that it counts from me," Whumper's voice startled them, and they almost dropped the cotton pad, "but we both have limited options here. It's quite the shitshow, and I don't think either of us are very happy with the set-up."

"Okay, Mother Teresa."

"Oh, shut up. I just hate to watch you work with that stupid, kicked puppy face. I'm just telling you to save the fucking self-loathing for later. You're clearly trying your best to help them."

Vigilant. They had to stay vigilant. They couldn't let the fucking enemy's aggressive positive feedback fill their heart with warmth and security. They couldn't. It didn't even make them want to smile, not even a little. Their perpetual scowl was very well protected from such attacks.

God, what was wrong with them?

They looked at Whumpee's blissfully unconscious face, wondering if this entire thing would mean the end of their friendship. But there was no one else around to help... Their friendship would've ended with Whumpee's death too. At least now there was a chance...

"See, that's why I said what I said. But now you're crying anyway, so really, what was the point," Whumper grumbled.

"Yeah, well, maybe try having feelings sometime, see how you get on," they shot back, petty insult made even more pathetic by their sniffling. "Just leave me alone. I'm tired of your stupid act. I can finish this alone."

"Yeah. But I won't let you." Whumper pulled out one of the kitchen chairs, taking a seat across from where Caretaker stood. "It's not like I don't trust you... it's just, you know... I don't trust you."

"I trusted you this whole fucking time, despite you causing all of this!"

"Trusted me enough to leave me alone with Whumpee?"

Caretaker had to hold themself back from punching the nearest wall. "No! No. No, obviously not. Fuck you. Fuck you."

"You should start thinking about what your plan is for the night, because you clearly need some sleep." Whumper tilted their head to the side. "Unless you plan on taking this to the next level, and keeping watch in turns."

Tears of genuine sorrow and heartbreak were mixing with helpless anger as Caretaker thought more and more about the situation they'd ended up in. They finished changing the bandages, placing a damp cloth on Whumpee's forehead to help bring down their fever, then pulled out another chair to sit. They wiped the tears away, trying their best to look less like a complete mess on the brink of another meltdown.

"I've stayed up for longer just to finish videogames," they said as casually as they could manage. "I can stay up for something actually important."

Whumper grinned, clearly expecting them to pass out within the next hour. "Suit yourself."

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@ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump

[xb0rder-7inex]

I was moved to a women's shelter and let me tell how how much more fucking comfortable it is here.

For starters at the last shelter I met some people who already know who he is and already didn't like him before they saw me and that was unsettling for a few reasons but I won't go into details. I'm having a lot of anxiety tremors and there's nobody here to hold me and I'm trying to keep my head on straight and remember what I'm fighting for.

Every support worker here is a woman my age or only slightly older which makes them really easy to talk to. There are still a few "moms," but only a few. It definitely feels more like a camp than a shelter. I ate 3 healthy meals today. I took a 30 minute hot shower in a clean bathroom. I got to put on fresh clean pajamas that fit me. My bed is actually fucking warm. I'm allowed to use my own blanket. I can smoke weed in the parking lot. I'm not sleeping on a cot beside strangers and I have my own full sized locker. A little space to myself. These are all a relief because I will be here for quite a while. I'm glad they talked me into coming here.

I also talked to the courts today and they care about what I have to say about him and that's so fucking important to me. I talked with her on the phone for 20 minutes and she gave me a lot of positive feedback about options and reuniting families after safety plans have been put in place and I'm so fucking hopeful. I meet with her next week.

Guess the best place about rock bottom is that there's nowhere to go but up.

I have literally nobody left. My dad is helpful but my mom and I have nothing to talk about and I can't stay with either of them, especially if I want to get my life together in the way that I want to. My therapist and these support workers and some of the women staying here are the only people who get why I want to go back. It's so hard to talk about and if you think the stigma around bpd is bad I hope you never have to see the stigma around being a victim of dv who isn't ready to get out. Did you know victims will go back on average SEVEN times before they leave? I guess this is number two for me, but I had somewhere to go before and I genuinely believed he didn't want me anymore.

Still... This is 2 of ~7. That's just the statistics.

That's a long time for women to not have any of the support that they need. Everything is "let's keep you out" but I have had to FIND the people who say "let's keep you safe."

As hard as this is to do literally fucking alone, I am so proud of myself for being strong through this. So many times I wanted to die. So many times I wish he had killed me. And I'm proving to myself exactly who I fucking am, both who I am to myself and who I am to him. And I refuse to betray that. I made certain commitments when I went back and I'm sticking to those commitments.

I have been emailing him several times a day but he obviously isn't allowed to talk to me so he doesn't respond. I don't know if he even opens them. I'm not blocked on snapchat and that's a good indication for me that he isn't done being in my life, although my biggest fear right now is that he doesn't care even though I know that's not who he actually is. He isn't a monster, he's just spent his entire fucking life being told that he is. I don't expect anyone to understand or be supportive but I always knew this day would come. I always fucking knew what my place in his life would mean.

I really do hope he fucking learns from this. I really fucking hope he sees that I'm fighting FOR him and realises that and doesn't take it for granted because I have never been so fucking low in my life.

I have never had this level of unconditional love for anybody, ever. And if he ever tries to tell me again that I don't fucking love him then I stg he better just kill me next time.

[icedmetaltea]

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I'm supposed to go back to my apartment tomorrow... or at least start, it's a 9 hour drive. Considering I can't go 30 mins in a car without a panic attack, I'm guessing I'll have at least 5 a day, and considering even one is traumatizing enough??? I'm gonna fucking die I swear to god

There's still so much to do, so much to pack, so much to clean, dishes to wash, laundry to do... I've barely eaten today and I didn't even notice till now. My stomach hurts but I'm not hungry, couldn't dream of eating rn

I've had this awful choking, lump-in-throat feeling come throughout the day, got really bad this past hour, just been laying in bed trying to not swallow cause whenever I do that makes it worse. I keep coughing, trying to get it out, but nothing helps... I know it's gotta be anxiety but in the back of my brain I'm worried it's asthma, like I've had mild asthma this whole time and just didn't know it and I'm just lucky I haven't died yet

Sure feels like I'll suffocate. People liken it to breathing through a straw and yep I've sure felt that a lot. I also noticed it gets worse when I use perfume so that leads me to think it could be that more...

Nothing is helping today. I've tried staying distracted by playing games but no, ofc it's 70 degrees... is that normal in march?? I don't even know anymore. It's supposed to get to 80 on thursday. My only hope is that the conditioner my parents are lending me will work better than the shitty window fan in literally one room in my apartment.

I don't want to go back there. Realistically I know I have to, I still have a lot of stuff I'd need to throw out before I could move, and if I did move... where?? There's nowhere to go. I could move to an apartment in the state my parents are moving to but they're in the process of moving in and it could take like half a year or longer for them to fully move in, and even then I don't know if they plan to stay there or only go there in a specific season.

My sister isn't that far from the apartment, maybe 20 mins ish, but she works and I don't know her schedule, plus she has kids and will probably not be available most of the time if I have a bad panic attack or there's some kind of emergency

Everything is just so fucked right now. The economy is in shambles, women's rights are getting stripped away more and more every day, we're on the brink of like multiple wars and I'm just trying to get through my last semester and don't know if I can due to all this shit plus my dyscalculia

Even if I do... what then?? I don't have a plan for my future. I would never make it as a therapist. I would never make it as any of my other dream jobs through the years. The only thing I can think of is some computer science job but my eyes cross when trying to do that, I'm the opposite of logic-minded, I really just have no skills or passions or anything to set me apart

And my blood pressure keeps getting high for some reason. I know it's probably the anxiety but what the fuck am I supposed to do about that??? I tried therapy for half a year and it didn't help, might've made it worse bc she kept saying I should just give up and go on disability (which as we know would probably just lead to poverty) I can't get on meds because the ones I've tried make me suicidal (er) and I've tried healthy eating + exercising as much as I can considering I can't do anything more than walking and guess what??? I still have anxiety

I just want to live with my parents forever but even if I did, they're still going to die someday. Everyone I love is going to die and I'm going to be alone and/or abandoned again and again and again. It's be just like danny all over again.

Like genuinely what am I even alive for?? People always say it gets better and sure it does... for a while. Then I end up back at rock bottom. And I always will. Because I'm a failure

[booleanean]

[Author's note] The non-consent vibes in this one are strong. If issues of consent are a trigger for you, please skip this one.

The main character consents to the sexual acts, and enjoys them once it's clear she's not going to die, but also has no choice in this scenario. The antagonist has no control over himself through magical means. This is NOT meant to excuse or justify what he is doing, or intended to be applicable to any real life scenario. There's a discussion about consent at the end, which includes what would be some real fucking hot takes in our universe. I feel like they fit the story, with the involvement of magic and magical personality suppression, but such things do not exist IRL.

Day 10 - Werewolves - Enemies to Lovers

Each breath Caterina took felt like it ripped something out of her throat. Every muscle in her body burned, each step sending fresh spikes of agony up her shins. Her sides felt like she'd been shot with an arrow. A deep and primal terror urged her to keep sprinted onwards regardless of the pain, maintaining a reckless pace through the forest. The night was only lit by the light of the full moon overhead, and deep shadows could hold rocks or fallen branches to trip her up or for her to smash her head on.

She could still hear it behind her, occasionally pausing to sniff the air, then crashing through the undergrowth as if it wasn't there. Caterina caught the occasional glimpse as she looked over her shoulder, a large black furry shape careening through the forest in hot pursuit. Her only hope was to find a cabin, something with a door she could lock and wait out the darkness.

She could hear branches snapping as the monstrous shape continued its pursuit. It growled and yipped excitedly, anxious to catch its prey and devour it. Devour her. She'd fantasized about this kind of chase, but in her imagination it ended up with the beast having its way with her, not ripping her limb from limb. The reality of being hunted by a monstrous creature with fangs that could and would rip her throat out as soon as she stumbled wasn't as enticing to say the least.

"Fuck, not that, anything but that," Caterina thought as a cloud moved in front of the moon. The light failing meant she'd be blind. The creature, clearly built to hunt at night, would be on her in seconds. Tears started flowing and she cried out in despair as she tripped in the inky blackness. Cat hit the ground hard, a fallen branch barely missing her face. She turned her head just in time to see a darker shadow separate from the deeper night, leaping towards her. She tried to scream, but didn't have the breath as she watched the shape arc through the air towards her.

It crashed into her. What she'd imagined as four hundred pounds of fur and fangs and claws felt a lot more like a particularly harry, naked man. Had the monster flung another victim at her? Why was it hunting her if it had someone else to consume?

The man grunted as he rolled off of her, then spoke, his voice raw. "You have to get away from me. The moon— it won't be gone long, and when I change back—"

The cloud in front of the moon thinned. The man growled, his voice deepening wildly then going back to its more human timbre. He howled, a bone chilling sound reaching deep into her lizard hindbrain and squeezing her heart filling her with pure, animalistic terror.

Caterina tried to push up off the ground, but couldn't move. Her arms were like jelly, her legs burned, completely useless. She couldn't even get up on hands and knees, let alone stand and run again. She clawed at the ground, but no matter how hard she willed her arms and legs to work properly, she could only shift herself a few inches.

"I can't—" she rasped between panted breaths "I can't move."

A deep sense of calm descended on her. This was it, the moment before her death. She hoped someone would think to check on her apartment before Mittens starved.

"Please, get away, I can't— I can't contro—" .

"I can't move," Caterina panted. "It's okay, I forgive you. I've led a good life, if it ends here tonight I can have peace with that."

"It— it doesn't kill. It—" he screamed, as if in agony.

The light was coming back, the moon coming out from behind the only cloud in the sky. Caterina heard the sound of dozens of bones straining and snapping as the man's form shifted.

Relief flooded her. She wasn't going to die. The endorphin rush was unbelievable, making her giddy. What was it trying to do if not kill and eat— Oh. The realization of what the werewolf was chasing her for hit her like a ton of bricks. The fantasy had been one thing, a nice distraction from real life, something to rub one out to before going to bed. Caterina hadn't ever considered being able to act it out, it wasn't that type of fantasy. She didn't even really believe in werewolves, but with one transforming right next to her the reality was hard to ignore.

The unfiltered moonlight hit the man's face, and she watched in horror as his eyes changed shape and color, reflecting the moonlight. "It'll take you, use you for its pleasure. Run! Please, run—"

With that, fur sprouted again, bones cracked and grated, fingers shifted, forming claws. The monster was back, howling at the rude interruption by its human form. The sight of it was still terrifying, but she held firm to the belief that the man had been telling the truth. The terror was pushed aside by a weird feeling of excitement and trepidation. A fantasy she had considered truly impossible, hadn't ever really even wanted to fulfill, was being thrust upon her whether she liked it or not.

In the bright light of the full moon, her eyes fully adjusted, she looked at the monster in front of her. It hesitated, expecting her to run, perhaps wanting the chase to continue. It was taller than the man had been, she thought. Her heart skipped a beat in fear as it stood up on its hind legs, towering over her.

The shape was vaguely human still, but with definite hint of wolf. The face had a snout with a vicious row of canine teeth glistening in the cold, nocturnal light. Large, pointy ears twitched, and yellow eyes reflected the moonlight back at her, seeming to glow in the darkness. A barrel chest was completely covered in thick fur. It had relatively thin arms, ending in small hands. A hint of pawpads was visible, though not as defined as on a real dog or wolf. The legs were an almost awkward combination of the human plantigrade and canine digitigrade shapes.

The hybridization of human and wolf made it look a little awkward now that her terror was subsiding. Some of the features were endearing, in a horrific kind of way. The way some spiders were cute. She felt some tentative excitement grow, which was quickly banished when the creature lunged for her, maw open wide. Humans had evolved over eons to find snapping fangs and glowing eyes terrifying at an instinctual level, and despite her previous inability to move, she managed to roll onto her stomach and crawl away a few feet before it was on her.

A clawed hand grabbed her ankle, the sharp nails digging into her skin. She screamed involuntarily, the shock of pain shaking her belief in a delirious man's words. Her hindbrain was telling her, screaming at her, that this thing was going to eat her alive, rip her guts out and spill them across the floor as she was devoured from the feet up. She tried to kick at it, but her gummy legs didn't have any force to put into the motion. Caterina had put everything into running away and there was nothing left to fight with.

Lines of fire erupted along the back of her calf as her pantleg was ripped off, the claws scoring her skin. She kicked at the werewolf again, connecting with its ribs. It grunted and growled, then pounced on her back, its front paws pressing down on her shoulders. It's jaws took her by the back of the neck, and she was sure it would rip out her spine. Instead he held its jaws there, clamped down to the edge of pain.

Caterina whimpered, laying as still as she could, still pinned down by several hundred pounds of wolf creature, her heart pounding in her chest. With a final sharp growl it released her, then took its weight off her. Her top was torn free, tearing as if it were tissue paper. The fabric dug into her skin as the werewolf tore at it, and its claws scored her skin, leaving what felt like burning red scratches. Her sports bra gave it slightly more trouble, and she yelled out in pain as it finally ripped free.

Her sweatpants were ripped off her next, the waistband requiring a quick gnaw from its razer sharp rear teeth. Her legs were parted roughly, and a cold nose was pressed against the crotch of her underpants. It inhaled deeply, pushing its nose hard against her. The pressure on its nose made it snort as it smelled her, and it made hungry whimpering noises.

Oh god, this was really happening. There was nothing she could do, no way to escape. Whether she wanted it or not, this fantasy was becoming reality. She tried to calm her racing nerves, but fear had a tight hold on her.

Caterina yelped as a sharp tooth hooked under the elastic of her underwear, then ripped the double layer of fabric clean in half. A long, hot tongue pressed against her licking the entire length of her cunt and her ass. The second lick dug deep, sliding inside of her. The heat of it was unbelievable, its body temperature much higher than her own.

Despite herself, despite the utter terror she again felt deep inside, the tongue felt amazing. She'd gotten off to this exact scenario so often in her fantasy, and now it was happening for real. A wild conflict erupted inside her. She had no choice, no way to stop this or get away, and this creature could kill her without even breaking a sweat. At the same time, the lack of control and danger of the situation were oddly arousing. She wanted to scream and fight and run and get away unmolested. She wanted her fantasy to run its course, something that had been truly unattainable until mere minutes ago.

Setting her jaw, she decided to embrace her fantasy. She tried to spread her legs a little, but one was wedged against a fallen branch, the other pushed against the creature's thigh.

"Roll me over. I'm uncomfortable, and I want to watch."

The tongue froze inside of her, then pulled out. "What?"

It's voice was rough, guttural, clearly produced by anatomy not designed for human speech.

"You heard me, you have wolf ears. I'm exhausted, my muscles don't work, and I'm lying on all kinds of uncomfortable things. Roll me over, I want to watch you eat me out."

"You —" It worked its jaw, clearly uncomfortable with speech. "— you want me to rrrroll you over?"

"If we could find somewhere more comfortable, that would be nice too, but I'd settle for not having this damn rock digging into my tits."

It was quiet for a long time, and Caterina tried to shift herself again, with a bit more luck this time. She managed to roll onto her back. The scratches on her back burned as she put her weight on them, and a different twig poked her side. Straining, she managed to shift it enough to be a little more comfortable. The creature sat back on its haunches, staring at her.

"What, you're only into this if you have an unwilling participant?"

"I— Grah, no one else was ever willing."

"And you got yours anyway? Pervert."

A low growl let her know he didn't like that comment. "I fight, try to control — grah — myself, but moon and magic and — grrrah — instinct strong. Hunt exciting."

"Are you going to hurt me?"

"No!" The answer was immediate and vehement. "Human form eats a lot of food before the moon, very full."

Caterina grinned. There was a mischievous look about him, almost as if he was joking.

"Was that a joke?"

"He does eat a lot, grr, but even then I would not eat you. Deer are food, or rabbits. Humans are not."

"So do you need me to struggle to get off or—?"

Before she finished her sentence, his head was buried between her legs again. His eyes still glowed in the pale moonlight, but he looked straight at her now. His massive tongue undulated against her, covering most of her cunt all the way up to her clit.

"Oh fuck," she moaned softly.

She reached down and stroked the fur on his head. It was soft, especially around the ears, and he grunted pleasurably as she ran her fingers through it.

"My name is Caterina," she said, not expecting a response.

He pulled away from her. "I have no name, Caterina. The human is called Luca."

She heard the pause between the two sentences, felt his hesitancy. "Can I call you Lupo?"

A huge doggy grin split his face, baring inch and a half long cuspids. "Lupo, yes."

He buried his face again, his tongue slipping inside of her. The length of hot, wriggling flesh was unfamiliar but it felt amazing.

"Oh yes, Lupo, yes!"

His tail wagged slowly, back and forth. A content dog, happy where he was. She stroked his hair as his tongue worked absolute magic. Not even in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined a tongue this deep inside, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. Her legs still burned, her throat hurt from gulping vast amounts of air, but the pleasure inside was building as well.

Lupo's golden eyes glowed, always locked on her own. She wondered how well he could see her, his night vision obviously much better than her own. She found the strength to toss the tattered remains of her shirt and poor sports bra off to the side, and she caught a brief flicker of his gaze down to her breasts. She squeezed them together for him, enjoying the little grunt he made deep in his throat.

"Oh yes, Lupo, like that. Your tongue feels so good, oh fuck. Don't stop, don't stop."

Lupo made a noise that was a combination of a canine grunt of contentment and a human hum of pleasure. She felt his lust in every motion, the need to get her off, to do more. Caterina knew he'd take her as soon as she came, whether she struggled or not. She could feel the hunger in him building through his body language, a hunger she began to share, a need for more, for total abandonment of humanity and a full return to an instinct driven purity of lust.

"Oh fuck, so close, yes— Yes— YES, LUPO, YES!"

His amazing tongue finally overwhelmed even her exhaustion, pleasure pulsing through her in waves as he grunted and hungrily lapped up every drop of her juices. Her fingers gripped his fur tight, holding him in place, not that he needed any encouragement to do that.

She panted, still experiencing the aftershocks of a mind blowing orgasm when he spun her around roughly, pulling her to her knees. His claws dug into her sides, on the verge of breaking skin. He thrust wildly at her, trying to bury his cock inside of her without the manual dexterity to guide himself in. She managed to push up on her elbows, pressing her back against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around her waist.

"Slow down, let me heeeeeelp!" Just as she started to reach between her legs, he found his target and buried his cock deep in one rough thrust.

The ferocity of his movements was surprising. He fucked her hard and fast right from the start, his cock still swelling inside of her. There was no subtlety, no restraint, just a physical expression of an instinct, a deep seated need. His head was right next to hers, teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

Fear had left her, making way for a giddy disbelief at what was happening. The feeling of his cock growing inside as he pounded away was quite unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It was smooth and slick, with a decreasing sponginess as it thickened. She couldn't tell much about the shape, but it was getting pretty big. The sharp pain of his claws digging into her sides and stomach as he clamped down on her waist was a delicious contrast to the pleasure he was giving her.

She stroked the side of his head, caressing the soft fur. Her body shook with each impact as he seemed to drive into her harder and deeper with every stroke. He grunted with the effort and pleasure, cute little moans and guttural noises letting her know how good it felt for him.

"Oh yes, Lupo, yes, fuck me, oh yes, like that."

Her fingers tightened in the fur around his neck as her pleasure built, holding on for dear life. She longed to wrap her arms around all of him, hold him close, feel his fur on her bare skin, her breasts pressed against him, but there was no way she could turn around now. Caterina kissed the side of his snout.

When her orgasm came, she clung tightly to his furry neck with one awkward arm. "Yes, Lupo, yes, YES!"

Soon after, he started pulling out less and less each stroke, and the base of his cock started to swell. With one final lunge, he was all the way inside of her. She felt his knot expand inside, locking them together.

"Caterina!" His exclamation of pleasure, of victory and conquest, turned into a howl, stretching the last syllable into the chilly night air.

Caterina could feel Lupo twitch inside her, over and over again. He was filling her to the brim. The thought sent a shiver of pleasure through her. Gently, she stroked his large head. He was panting from the effort, his tongue hanging out of his maw.

"Mmm, this feels good," Caterina hummed.

He relaxed his grip around her waist, supporting himself on his own four limbs. "Yes, good."

Sensing this was a moment for quiet, Caterina relaxed into his embrace. The absolute boneshaking terror she'd felt not half an hour ago replaced by a deep feeling of safety, an absolute surety that no matter what happened, Lupo would protect her and keep her safe. His furry body kept her warm even in the chill early October air, and the feeling of him pulsing inside of her was intensely pleasurable.

An eternity later, she felt him shrink again. When he slipped out, she felt the loss deeply. A gush of cum flooded from her, more than she'd dared imagine. When he made to run away, she grabbed for him, managing to catch his tail.

"Stay?" It was a question, but she desperately needed him to.

"I," Lupo started. His gruff voice sounded hesitant now, ashamed.

"Please stay."

"I did terrible things to you," Lupo said, but sat down on a log. He was sitting like a human, legs stretched in front of him, arms steadying himself on the log.

She looked at him, hard to see clearly in the pale moonlight. His shoulders seemed slumped, and his head was turned away to the side.

"You're ashamed?"

He grunted assent and seemed to shrink. "The instinct, it's so strong. Conscious thought is impossible, the need— The wolf part— I can't stop it. After, I realize what I did, and—."

"So in a way, if it's all driven by magic, you didn't consent either, right? It's 'the curse of lycanthropy', not 'the mildly inconvenient loss of a night every four weeks'." Caterina let the statement linger. "I don't regret doing this with you."

His voice was less guttural, more controlled. His speech patters were different too, he used fuller sentences, growled less. He turned to her, head tilted. The combination of human and wolf body language was incredibly endearing.

"Lupo, I won't lie, I was terrified when you were chasing me. I thought I was going to die horribly. And I know what happened would've happened even if I didn't consent to it. But I did consent."

His head tilt shifted to the other side, ears perking up. She felt his gaze on her as he thought about what she'd said.

"Can you please come here? I'm freezing and I don't have a stitch to wear thanks to you."

He walked over to her, and she pulled him down next to her. His fur was amazingly warm and comforting.

"When will you turn back?" Caterina asked after a while.

"I can turn back when the moon is gone."

"Will you remember—" She trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought. The idea of him forgetting was intensely sad.

"Yes, vividly."

"I'm glad." She buried her face in his fur. "Will Luca?"

She felt him stiffen, and regretted bringing up his human alter-ego. She hoped she hadn't ruined the moment.

"I—" Lupo felt hesitant again. She squeezed him, let him know it was okay, and he went on. "I'm not really separate from Luca. He's me, and I'm him. When the moon is full, the magic overwhelms me and I get completely out of control. I lose my identity, just reverting to pure animal instinct."

She stroked his chest, letting his words sink in, processing them slowly.

He continued, "But when you were willing, I got just enough control back to speak and wait a little. I try to see the wolf and the magic as separate from myself, but they're not. Not really."

"So you're just— you. The man who warned me, the beast who chased me, both the same."

"In a way. Does that upset you?"

She shook her head, letting the silence stretch. After a while, she said, "I'd like to see you again."

"Really? After what I did?"

"Mm-hmm. At the very least, I want to see you next full moon. No more hunting poor women who don't have secret werewolf fetishes. How many have you—" She trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud.

"You're the third. Usually I manage to chain myself up before I change, and when I can't, most get away to safety before I catch them."

She heard the remorse in his voice, the bone deep shame and self-hatred for his failure to keep those poor women safe.

"Next full moon, we'll lock ourselves in my basement, okay? But you're taking me out to dinner first. And replacing my sports bra, that thing was expensive!"

He laughed, a deep, warm sound. "Want to come back to my place? My cabin's only a few minutes walk away, and a lot more comfortable than the forest floor. I'm sure we can find you some of my clothes that fit well enough to get you home."

She cuddled deeper into his fur, kissing his broad chest. "Only if you're up for round two."

[yarugawitch]

hii! prompt wise i feel like nnoitra is concerned a lot with what he's "supposed" to be and he's overly cautious of how others view him (as weak or strong) so how do you think a carefree bold s/o would have an effect on him? someone who doesnt care about traditional roles, lets others be however they want to be, doesnt let others label and box them or the people around them? i feel like it would be a good influence even if he outright sneers them at first

Nnoitra/Reader: Headcanons for a bolder S/O

a great ask!! there are a lot of thoughts on the way i see nnoitra to add a little bit of context so i hope this doesn't read like a fucking character essay 🙈

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A love interest like this can be very poisonous for his own self-image at first. I think you have to be either very distant or cautious at least while he's trying to asses you or else he's likely to view you as a danger to his own peace which should be avoided or eliminated. But the thing is that that's the kind of person who'd work the best with him. Personally, I think to Nnoitra labeling and dividing people, over-simplifying some things and maintaining an image is something of a coping mechanism to keep his mind off things like the horrors of arrancar existence and his own insecurities. I mean... being purposefully ignorant is very fitting for someone missing an eye not because he somehow lost it in battle but because he was made this way. So people who also label him as either an idol like Tesla or a tyrant like everybody else and see him as nothing beyond these titles mean nothing to him. They might as well be grains of sand beneath his heel. And even though he's usually too self-absorbed and consumed with his own thoughts, wishes and fears to see others as they are Nnoitra actually hates people who are shallow with him. Ironically enough you have to fight or at least challenge him even when it comes to emotions and feelings in order for Gilga to acknowledge you

All that said I believe that once he's done spitting venom at you he'd find himself very entertained with any other conversations you share. This would help him slowly but surely open up even if it's hard sometimes. Painful even. Someone who doesn't see speaking about just anything as a weakness or unnecessary nonsense and constantly shows it will surely make him more talkative. I love thinking back to that one scene where he asked Ichigo about his name and promised to try to remember it, only to say "I already forgot your name sorry" like one chapter later. And because of it, I'm convinced Nnoitra is actually very fucking funny sometimes. So seeing someone almost rolling on the ground laughing without being scared of looking stupid would make him fall in love even more

Nnoitra is a troubled and miserable man... which doesn't take away the fact that he's also a terrible person but nonetheless he can't help but feel both intimidated and enamored with someone who sees his personality attractive without taking his strength, rank and number of battles he's won into account. No strong/weak talk. Just him. Being the man he is he'd probably think it's some sick joke or weird obsession with just plain bad people at first because of course it has to be this, can't have faith in you people, but once he gets his shit rocked because the s/o doesn't take no shit from anybody he'd start to feel something. To him being seen through his tough armor and still being taken seriously even after you realize what he's actually like is oh so very scary but also so thrilling and intimate he could die

Despite Tesla's dedication to Nnoitra and Nnoitra alone, I think this guy can be easily enamored by someone like this, too. Seeing Tesla all giddy and puppy-eyed with anyone beside him is a huge sign something is going on for Nnoitra. It means he's not just imagining things. And well, Gilga can run away and ignore everything all he wants but getting jealous is the biggest reality check he can get because this man's ego is a tad too big to let it slide

He won't take any of this without fighting back of course. At first, he'd try to do something about the person who makes him feel too much when he's not ready for it. And later on, he'd try to best you. Even though he'd start to open up I'm sure Nnoitra's not the one to let himself be on the receiving end all the time even if it's as small as taking him seriously 😭 At least because it's embarrassing. So as to not be outdone he'd try to be more genuine, more present. Of course, given his personality, height and the amount of arms he can possess, being physically affectionate is much easier for him. You can't do anything with him being bigger in general so it makes him feel more confident and imposing while he's trying to win the "who swoons first" game lol

[alexdelray1]

Miles 1610 x Punk Fem Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of death.

Category: I think fluff but not really.

This one and bloody last time people. I am Reader Mercury and on my earth 241191 I am not only Spider-Woman but also the best rock star ever.

I have my band called 'MJ' after someone close to me. What else to say? I grew up in the US with my younger sister. Mary Jane Mercury. We had no dad or mom, but we were raised by my godmother Alex. It was she who awakened the spirit of rock and independence in us. When I was 15, a radioactive spider bit me, and I've been the one and only Spider-Woman for a year now. I saved a lot of people and played a lot of concerts. Unfortunately, I couldn't save my little sister from falling off the building. The fucking damn son of a bitch Doctor Octopus took her from me.

- Reda * (make up a diminutive of your name or a nickname) ... Are you okay? - Hobie asked me. He's my male equivalent, only we're a little different.

We were walking around the HQ together to find his new friend that he captured during the mission.

-Yup. I just thought a little. So why don't you tell me more about this friend?- I asked him and adjusted the guitar on my back.

-He's fucking good. He not only has the basic powers of Spider-Man, but also electrifies.- he says, taking off his mask. I don't know why he always sounds more exciting with a mask.

-That's good. I hope he's an anarchist. Is he from New York too, like most of us?- I asked Hobie, crossing my arms.

-He is young. Ho don't have too many things an opinion on it yet. And yes he is from New York. - Hobie replied hanging on me.

-How young?- I asked him.

-He's 16.- he replied, detaching himself from me.

-I'm also sixteen.- I said and he raised his arms together with his eyebrows.

-But don't forget you got an extra IQ from being bitten by a spider so you're an adult for your age.- says Hobie. I know he didn't want it to sound like that.

-You sound like a pedophile. I feel sorry for your comic wife.- I said and he sighed.

-Says someone who will be single by 30.- Hobie teased me. I already planned the fucking murder.

-Says someone whose girlfriend broke up with.- I replied fire to fire.

-Oh, you're really nice today. Something happened? Did your boyfriend break up with you or something?- Hobie asked.

-I'd rather become a fas...cist ... - I said with a break because I saw a pretty boy.

-Hobie! How are you? And who are you?” asked the boy who interrupted my sentence.

-I'm Reader Mercury, but for friends Reda. And I guess that you are Miles Morales? - I introduced myself straightening up.

-Yes, how did you know? Do you know Gwen by the way?- Miles asked me and I smiled.

-First of all, I knew because I've seen a lot of your versions and you have a lot in common. And secondly, which Gwen? - I asked him and looked at Hobie also from him, hoping for an answer.

-The one from earth 65. You know, the one who doesn't have a boyfriend and is alive.- Hobie said, and the bulb over my head went on.

-Oh yes. This Gwen. Of course I know her. She helped me find an anomaly that wanted to blow up the Vatican. Nice chick.- I commented on the girl.

-Blow up the Vatican?- Miles asked.

-Yes. It was some kind of satanist or sorcerer. Kind of bad, but smash.- I said and Hobie and I started laughing.

-Your type of man sucks.- Hobie said, calming his laugh.

-Same as yours.- I commented and we started laughing again.

- Good good. I have to go now because this 'dictator' needs me. Bye.- Hobie said and walked away leaving me alone with Miles.

-Tell me, Miles. In your universe, are you more of a victim or a hero or a killing machine?- I asked him like it was the most normal question in the world.

-What do you mean? And I'm a hero. - He replied and my smile fell a little.

-Everyone thinks like that at first, believe me. Victim means that the canonical moments have taken you too hard. For example, you slowly see die not only Aunt Mai or Uncle Ben, but everyone you love. Literally. Hero means you save almost everyone. For example, Aunt Mai will live to old age and you save your girlfriend and then you have children and all is well. And a killing machine means that even if you don't want to, you'll kill everyone you love. For example, this one Peter. He killed his MJ once in an unusual way. Let's say he came and she left. Do you understand what I mean? - I finished my monologue with a question and Miles had a few second brain lag.

-Yes. I'm sure I'm a hero.- Miles replied confidently.

-Let's hope so. And now I must go. The concert won't play itself.- I replied and started walking away.

-Bye, Reda.- Miles said, waving at me.

-Bye, hero.- I waved back.

END. GUESS WHAT I GOT INSPIRED BY WRITING ABOUT THE BLOWING UP OF THE VATICAN CITY.

[pixelatedquarter]

the Rammys of Hum, Dark Alley, AND 27 though

Don't even. The rammys of them playing all these songs.

Just the rammys of 27 feeling like a damn safety blanket are enough to send me, that it's become a song we're used to. A song from Folie about such a personal matter as feeling destined to die at 27. Because that's what you do when you're a doomed musician. (or actually otherwise, it is one of those milestone ages but i don't want to go over an analysis of why, it's way more complicated than just "glamorized by rock stars"). Doing lines of dust and sweat off last night stage just to feel like you is in some way where we're all at by replaying the videos and analyzing all these rammys and resharing all these things, but it's such a gentler version too, much as I'm enjoying the feeling of still being actively witnessing new tourdust angles and revisiting the highlights i remember.

But the actual rammys of that while humming the golden blues in a dark alley. That's why they play disloyal order bc somebody should restrain that man (patrick, needs to be restrained. not by the cops but by someone).

I don't want to go too in depth bc at this point we've mentioned and explored so much and more elegantly and specially tactfully than i'm finding the words now how they're playing songs that have been left in the vaults for being too raw, songs that are overtly about Pete's suicide attempt some being played by them all, others entrusted to patrick (bc i dont think dark alley was a unilateral patrick decision at least first time around). That they're having fun playing hum hallelujah, it isn't this loaded special episode thing but rather a song they enjoy and have (had? who knows what the next leg holds!!!) on rotation for their permanent setlist. ig that's also on me for yesterday pointing out that "oh yea at least it was doldrums and not hum before i've got a dark alley because can you IMAGINE"? (i should know better by now than to tempt pete wentz's imagination but in my defense it's usually patrick who says 'fuck you pixel i will do you one worse')

And yeah I added also jet pack blues and golden. The reading of jet pack blues's She as being Death kills me every time, soon as you put it anywhere near, let alone immediately before a song discussing reaching the breaking point that we know was that personal and directly ties to suicide ...i'm a basic guy, i go full emily dickinson ("because i could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me. the carriage held but just ourselves and immortality. we slowly drove he knew no haste, and i had put away my labour and my leisure too for his civility"). And the everything of Golden. How it ties to the feelings in pre-hiatus of superficially being golden plated but if you go a bit deeper being the monster people hope stays the fuck away and that their children don't become, versus their reality now being so far from that.