#day three: This can't be it

[fallenwhumpee]

“This can’t be it”

• Part 1 • Part 2 • Masterlist •

Day 3: Betrayal | Left to die | Running away

Warnings: Blood, gun.

"Leader and I will cover the left, rest go around and catch Whumper off guard."

Leader stayed silent as Right Hand changed their yet another order. The team eyed them cautiously, so they nodded and fled to the opposite side.

"Ready?"

Leader loaded their gun as a response. They were feeling sour over the mission. It was so redundant to dispatch a special unit for a barely guarded base. It was even more absurd to think Whumper was there. Leader had spent years hunting them down. They didn't believe a word of the intel.

At least every part of the plan was safe to ditch or retreat, even if it cost the night's sleep.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Just the mission," they breathed out at once. They often kept themselves from vocalising their worries, as if saying it loud would make it real. Right Hand's decisions weren't clashing with Leader's plans, but they didn't like this daring attitude.

"Relax, we will be fine. We are overqualified for this."

"Not until we go home." They darted forward, Right Hand after them. Soon, they were standing alone in the pool of enemy blood, dead bodies around. Leader was out of breath from covering Right Hand's back. They couldn't find any reason for this unusual behaviour.

"You'll get one of us killed!" They finally snapped as they pulled Right Hand back from the camera view. Tech was yet to disable those.

Right Hand smiled, and it was one of the scariest things Leader has ever seen.

Right Hand pulled their gun, and Leader started to run without a second thought, a bullet grazing their ear. They stumbled, and one more shot missed them, the turn in the corridor providing a cover.

"When the agency told us to get rid of you, I was afraid pulling the trigger would be hard."

Leader closed their eyes, their heart rushing as they listened to the footsteps getting closer. They had to keep calm and figure out what was happening later. Leader was better than Right Hand in the close combat.

They ignored their heart breaking to million pieces. They thought they were friends. Or a family of sorts. They always thought their team would be with them no matter what. They ignored the feelings creeping up. They were good at it, too, but they knew it was going to crush them down sooner or later.

"Please don't take this personally. This is just what it takes to end this pointless conflict. We will bury you and Whumper here and finally stop dying while hunting each other."

As if Leader was the reason for this ridiculousness. With a deep breath, they felt anger run through their veins and lunged to Rught Hand.

They fell to the floor with the impact, the gun flying to the opposite side of the hall. Leader pinned Right Hand to ground, their one knee pressing to the unguarded chest.

A hit from the back of their head sent them to the floor. The next thing they knew was pain, accompanied by a loud bang. Leader cried, hands reaching to the source, their fingers meeting with a warm, sticky fluid. They didn't look down, pressing their stomach as they gasped for air.

"Job is done. We don't have to torture ourselves with waiting for them to die."

Teammate, Leader wanted to call, but they could only cough as Teammate helped Right Hand back on their feet, leaving Leader's blurred sight without a word.

Leader didn't know how long they laid and waited for death to claim them, but some time later, a shadowy figure stumbled towards them, dropping to their knees.

"This can't be it. I refuse to die like this. And I won't let you die by someone else's hand."

Leader could barely recognise Whumper from the blood covering the enemy's face. Without a warning, Whumper pulled them up, leaning them against the wall. Leader grunted, pain too much for them to breathe properly, let alone think of a sarcastic comment like usual.

"We're getting out of here, and you're welcome."

[millidew]

his change in career has captivated me

bonus:

[s-aint-elmo]

girl who has suffered more than alll-mer

(ID in alt text)

[atalana]

HE PUT. MY BOY. IN A CUBE.

[lineffability]

nasty divorcee fun headcanon, crowley starts eating a ton of super creamy rich delicious cakes, and every time he buys one and sits down he says loudly to no one "mmhh look at this super creamy rich delicious cake, sure happy I am here on earth and get to eat such scrumptious things" meanwhile aziraphale is having an aneurism glued to the earth cam

[jestroer]

I am normal about a chicken man

[hychlorions]

I think it was his eye! yes, it was this!

[nuffintop]

Pretty please

Sub! Young Coriolanus Snow X Fem! Reader Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI Synopsis: Desperate, Needy Coriolanus Snow, comes to you for release the night before the Games. CW: Begging. oral (f receiving). Biting. Implications of Master-Sub Dynamics. Dacryphilia. Edging. Pussy-drunk Coriolanus. p in v. WC: 971

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Snow lands on top, but you have Coriolanus Snow begging on his knees for you. It’s all too much for him, everything’s piled up –  not winning the Plinth Price, meeting Lucy Grey, the first look at the arena and the chaos afterwards – his head is pounding from the realisation of the danger he is in; from the lack of control he has over what goes on tomorrow when Lucy Grey and the other tributes enter that arena. He needs this. He needs you. 

He’d barged into your room when you were looking over the plans for your tribute, pushing your chair back and occupying the space left behind. His face is buried between your thighs, he’s spent the past few minutes nuzzling them, his hands squeezing the fat of your thighs keeping you in place, letting out soft whimpers, just begging for a crumb of your attention, begging to please you – the one thing he has control over, the constant in his life. 

“Please, just once, that’s all I need, please,” he mouths at your panty-covered slit, his tongue snaking out to circle your clit through your panties, he won’t go further until you allow him to. He has your hand grasped in his, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your palms, pleas escaping his lips muffled against your skin. “Please, please let me taste you.” 

In all his life, Coriolanus has uttered a title besides your name on one occasion, and that was when you’d edged him for hours, to get back at him for when he distracted you in the library. It was a slip of the tongue, when you’d finally allowed him to cum down your throat. But right now, Coriolanus still has his wits about him, but he’s slipping; if you don’t give in soon, he’s bound to make the same mistake again. 

He continues lapping at your pussy through your panties, eyes brimming with tears when he looks up at you, because you’ve still not given in, and desperation’s taken hold of him. You’re staring down at him, lips pursed to keep your moans muffled, contemplating whether you should give in, when you finally crack. “Fine. Just once, and that’s it, you have to —” he picks you up in his arms, pinning you against your desk before you can finish. He’s on his knees again, and you’re looking down on him, watching as he digs his teeth into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down – and that’s the last of his patience.

Coriolanus Snow eats you like a man starved. It’s messy and sloppy, and he’s loud, moaning whenever your wetness coats his tongue, his fingers stirring up your insides, while his mouth remains latched onto your cunt. It was supposed to be just once, but each time you cum, he hungrily laps up your sweetness. You could drown him, and he wouldn’t mind it, he’s too far gone, addicted to the taste of you.    

Coriolanus Snow eats you for his pleasure, drunk off the taste of you, his mind shutting off as he feasts on you. At times you can hear the low groans he lets out whenever he cums, untouched, when he realises he’s brought you to the brink again, and you reward him by letting him continue to get drunk off you. 

And when he finally pulls away, leaving a departing kiss on your swollen clit, he kisses up your trembling form, looking down at you, eyes glazed over with lust – the corner of his eyes red from fallen tears – while he rubs his bulge against your thigh. When you glance down you can see the extent of the mess he’s made of himself, unable to contain himself, leaving his pants soaked in his cum. He cups your cheek, thumb stroking across your bottom lip. 

“Please,” he rubs his bulge against your drenched folds, “after this, I- I promise we can be done after this, please. I- I need to feel you.” 

Snow lands on top, but for tonight, he just wants you to take control of him, to sink into your warmth, while your hands are on his chest keeping him pinned down tothe bed, letting him watch the way your hips move against his, bringing him closer to release. 

He can barely hold himself back. He’s panting after just a few thrusts, face buried between your breasts, moaning your name, rambling about how good it feels to be inside you, thanking you for giving him a smidge of your attention. And with every move of your hips, he groans deep in his throat, hands gripping your hips for support when he feels the way you clench around his cock. A pitiful whine escapes his lips at the feel of your walls tightening around him as you ride out your orgasm, using him to get yourself off, and he follows suit, unable to hold himself back any longer, leaving bites across your breasts to keep his sounds at bay. 

Snow lands on top, but just for tonight, he’ll let you hold him, begging to be used by you, feeling safe in your arms. He kisses over the marks he’s left behind, moaning your name like a prayer, he has you leaning all of your weight on him – begged for it, so he can feel close to you, and when you try to move away, he pulls you right back.

His hold on you is bruising as he pushes your hips down on him while he thrusts up into you, continuing to beg, lips brushing against your nipples, while he looks up at you wide-eyed, letting you know he’s not done with you, or rather, he doesn’t want you to be done with him.“I promise you won’t regret this. I’m sorry I just – please, I’ll make it good for you. Please. One more.”

[tofixtheshadows]

I see a lot of people headcanoning that Marcille and Kabru will become friends postcanon over a shared love of gossip, but to me the biggest thing they have in common is that they're both deeply concerned with the inequality between the races.

I think before anything else, as the two people closest to the throne, they'll probably end up banding together over their shared desire to fix the divide between the races. Marcille has to give up on her dream of magically changing humanity, but she can help Laios achieve it Kabru's way, through political and social change.

[worm-on-the-moss]

danny zuko'd gideon nav save me

[beneathstarryskies]

Hi hiii hii

Can I uhh please request maybe a smutty fic of Nanami and Gojo fighting over the new hire at Jujutsu Tech? 👉👈🫣 Thanks bby you rule my world

warnings: threesome, alcohol, fem!reader, gojo is a little shit, nanami is a lil pussywhipped, implied bimbo!reader • wordcount: 2,083

There was just something about you that drove them crazy. You were so sweet and caring to everyone you crossed paths with. You’d even expressed sympathy and caring for curses before. At first, Nanami thought you were just a silly little thing who wasn’t cut out for this life of exorcizing dangerous curses. When he was assigned on missions with you, he took more time to protect you and watch your back as though you were still a student. However, time and time again you proved your mettle to him. He was impressed with you and couldn’t help feeling like you were a breath of fresh air. More and more he began to look forward to being paired with you on missions. He also began coming up with excuses to spend time with you afterward. He’d take you to whatever cute little coffee shop you wanted to visit and even wander bookstores happily by your side. 

Much to Nanami’s annoyance, however, he wasn’t the only sorcerer who had their eye on you. Gojo took to you like flies to sugar. How could he not? You laughed at all of his silly antics and even joined in at times. You were the only person on campus who still awed over him and his skills. He doted on you with gifts and sweets. Whenever he came back from a work trip, he always brought you back some expensive trinkets. 

Gojo knew Nanami’s feelings for you, of course. At first, he found himself competing. If Nanami spent the day with you looking at books and having lunch, Gojo was trying to take you on a shopping spree the next day. If Nanami got hurt protecting you, the next time you were paired with Gojo he was keeping you in the protective embrace of his infinity. 

Soon, though, he switched tactics. It was a surprise to you and Nanami both. He’d join you on missions even if the curse didn’t require skills like his or three people period. He treated you both to lunch, keeping you seated right in between them. It dawned on Nanami that Gojo was planning something, but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was. You, with all of your sweetness and naivety, were just so happy to spend time with them both that it didn’t matter to you. 

It’s Gojo who proposed the three of you go out to dinner one night. He chooses a fancy restaurant. Even though he doesn’t drink, he knows both you and Kento do occasionally. Every time you finish a drink, Gojo orders you another. Soon, all of your inhibitions are lowered. When Gojo begins rubbing your thigh under the table, you don’t push him away. At the same time, you reach over to take Nanami’s hand. 

“I’m so happy we’re doing this,” you say with flushed cheeks and a big smile. “I’m having the greatest time!” 

“You look like you’re having a good time,” Kento smiles softly. He rubs your flushed cheek, feeling the heat coming from it. “Sweetheart, you look a bit…” 

“She’s not drunk, Nanamin. Just a bit tipsy, right doll?” Gojo smiles at you, his hand moves higher up your skirt. 

“Right,” you blush even deeper and kiss Nanami’s palm as a gesture of appreciation for his lasting concern over you. He caresses your cheek again and smiles kindly at you for a moment. 

“Perhaps it’s time to pay the bill and head home,” Gojo smirks. 

“But I want to keep spending time with you both,” you whine. 

“I think that can be arranged,” Gojo kisses your cheek. “What do you think, Nanami?” 

“I-I’m not so sure,” Nanami blushes. 

“Please, Nanami!” you grab his arm and pout. “We can all hang out. Please, please.” 

“Please, please,” Gojo repeats, half mocking. 

“Fine, fine,” Nanami sighs. 

You let out a loud cheer, only to giggle when you notice a few people looking at you. You hide your face against the curve of Nanami’s neck, and he can’t help wrapping his arm around you. The three of you laugh softly as you blush against Nanami’s neck. Gojo pulls away to flag down the waitress and pay the bill. 

Soon, the three of you are in your apartment. You stumble through the door, each of them holding one of your hands. You turn around with a sweet, but mischievous grin. 

Nanami is the first one you kiss. His heart nearly jumps into his throat when he feels your plump, warm mouth against his. He can’t fight the urge to sink into your welcoming embrace. His hands grip your sides, fingertips digging into the flesh through your dress. 

Gojo watches on enviously but still pleased that you seem to have fallen in line with his plan without even realizing it. When you finally pull away, he’s quick to grab you. 

Nanami is hesitant to let you go, but he watches as you cling to Gojo and give him a sweet kiss too. Gojo pushes further than Nanami. His hands move down to squeeze your ass and his tongue rubs against yours sensually. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers when you pull away to breathe. 

“I don’t know if ‘good’ is how I’d describe this display,” Nanami scoffs, but soon you’re in his arms again. You press kisses on his jawline. 

“Don’t be mad, Nanami,” you whine. “We’re havin’ fun.” 

Gojo smirks and approaches the two of you. At first you think he’s going to kiss you, but instead his lips crash against Nanami’s. You let out a surprised gasp but you feel a wave of heat in your lower tummy as you watch them make out while you rest your head on Nanami’s shoulder. 

“See, Nanami,” Gojo teases him. “We’re having so much fun.”

Gojo takes each of your hands and leads you towards the bedroom with some guidance from you on which way it is. Once you’re in the bedroom, you let Gojo unzip your dress while you pull the knot of Nanami’s tie loose and then begin working on the buttons of his shirt. 

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do this,” Nanami says reluctantly. Part of him hopes more than anything you’ll agree, but he wants you to be comfortable. He doesn’t want you to feel pressured to give so much of yourself. 

“I know, Kento,” you whispers and kiss him. “I want to. I really do.” 

Gojo pushes your dress off your shoulders and watches it fall into a pool of fabric on the floor. At the same time, you take off Nanami’s shirt and begin pressing soft kisses on his chest. 

“Isn’t she beautiful, Nanami?” Gojo says as he kisses your shoulders. 

“Y-yes,” Nanami stutters, his hand tangling in your hair as you begin moving lower until you’re kneeling in front of him. His heart is racing in his chest as your delicate hands grab his belt buckle. 

“Can I, Nanami?” you ask so sweetly. 

Nanami can only nod as his mouth goes dry from this sight of you on your knees. How many times has he stroked his own cock to this very sight? Now that he sees you this way, he realizes how much his fantasies paled in comparison to the reality. You’re careful as you unbuckle his pants and slowly pull them down along with his boxers. He blushes when you see how hard he already is. 

Gojo steps back to start taking off his clothes while watching the scene unfold before him. He watches your hand wrap around Nanami’s cock and begin stroking it.

 Your soft tongue laps at Nanami’s tip, licking up the thick beads of precum dribbling out of his slit. He runs his hands through your hair, but doesn’t push or pull. Instead he just breathes shallowly, almost frozen to the spot as if scared to wake up from this dream. 

Gojo wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks off as he watches your head start to move. It’s a slow steady rhythm that has Nanami’s chest shaking with the effort to contain himself. 

“Does it feel good, Nanami?” Gojo asks. 

“So fucking good,” Nanami says. 

Gojo kneels behind you, working on taking off your bra while you suck Nanami’s cock. His large, strong hands begin kneading at your tits and tugging on your nipples. You moan with pure delight, and your eyes roll back. This is already better than anything you’ve dreamed of, and it’s barely started. Gojo shoves a hand down the front of your panties and grunts at the warm wetness he finds there. 

“So fucking wet, baby. Fuck,” he murmurs against your neck as he begins rubbing your clit in tight circles. You squirm a bit in an effort for more friction, and as though sensing your need he applies more pressure. “Good girl…so responsive.” 

“Fuck, you gotta slow down,” Nanami groans and begins pushing your head away. “I almost…Fuck…” 

“It’s okay, Nanami,” you say as you look up into his eyes. “I want you to feel good. I really do!” 

“I don’t want this to end too soon,” Kento admits as he runs his thumb along your bottom lip. 

Gojo stands up, guiding you along with him to your feet. You’re a little wobbly, but he wraps his arms around you to hold you steady. Kento leans in to kiss you deeply until Gojo moves to bend you over the edge of the bed. Gojo lines his cock up to your hole and pushes into you slowly. Soft moans fall from his lips as your tight walls pull him in deeper. You let out the smallest whine when he bottoms out. 

“You’re taking it so good,” he mutters as he starts a slow but deep pace. You can feel him brushing up against your cervix. His hands are firm on your hips, pulling you back to meet every thrust. He keeps up his pace until he feels himself tinkering on the edge of that bliss, and then he pulls out. You feel empty and you whine softly. 

“Your turn, Kento,” Gojo winks at him and kisses him quickly as he steps aside. 

Nanami is gentle. He drags his fingertips along your folds, eliciting a moan from you as you shiver with anticipation. Nanami isn’t as long as Gojo, but he is so thick. Even when he just pushes the head into your entrance, you can feel a stretch. He takes a sharp breath through his teeth and plunges forward. His hips smack against your ass when he bottoms out, and then he goes still to try to catch his breath. 

“You feel amazing,” he gasps. 

Your walls flutter when he picks up his pace. Soon, Nanami is grunting while pumping in and out of your tight heat with wreckless abandon. All thoughts have left his mind. He’s a slave to the intense pleasure coursing through him. 

Gojo pushes his hand between your legs to rub your swollen clit. The other hand grabs a handful of your hair to pull your head back to look up at him. He kisses you deeply, his tongue plunging into your warm mouth to taste himself and Nanami on your breath. 

You reach up to hold onto one of his shoulders, bracing yourself as you feel your climax rapidly approaching. Nanami can feel it too in the way your walls quiver around him and somehow you get even wetter. 

“That’s it baby,” Gojo whispers against your mouth. “Let me see how pretty you are cumming on Kento’s cock.” 

His words draw out a whine and coupled with his fingers rolling your clit, you’re done for. Your tummy tightens as you cry out in agonizing bliss. Your legs are shaking as Kento fucks you through every wave of pleasure before pulling out and stroking himself to completion on your ass. He is dazed when Gojo pushes him out of the way and jerks off on the other asscheek, covering you in their cum. 

In your exhaustion, you just fall face first into the mattress. It’s Gojo who gently rolls you over and presses a kiss to your temple. Kento stands at the edge of the bed looking a little dumbfounded by what’s just happened. When you look up at him, all you have to do is hold your hand out and whine before he’s crawling onto the bed beside you. 

You fall asleep when Gojo is in the middle of cleaning you up, but when you awaken the next morning you’re snuggled between them. 

[fearandhatred]

haha have you thought about the fact that decades or centuries from now when we're all dead and gone people could still possibly be thinking about good omens and writing about crowley and aziraphale living their lives in that time. doing exactly what we're doing now. and maybe they'll write about crowley and aziraphale living through the historical events we've lived through. have you thought about the fact that crowley and aziraphale will live on long after we're all gone

[strawbebbiesart]

evening routine 🦆🌙🧴🧽👓

(part 1)

[lilith-91]

Friendly reminder that Aang defeated the fire lord (amped by the comet), mastered the Avatar State, mastered all the elements (except fire) and saved the world in less than one year, at 12 :)

Oh and he's also the first avatar who used energy bending, the most powerful ability in the series and seismic sense

This kid was a beast and a prodigy

[mahikamihan]

go gentle into that good night by luna_eclipse_writes/ @milktearosethorn

He throws the door open and pounces the figure waiting for him before the other could utter a word.

They land in the dewy grass. Sapnap pins the man with a one leg against his torso and his free arm braced against his chest. Then with his sword-hand he presses the tip of his blade under the man's chin.

"Are you stupid?" he asks, panting as the exhaustion from the chase before catches his bones. He should've taken something before picking this fight: regeneration, or maybe swiftness. Careless.

"Maybe," says Dream. He tilts his head, exposing more of his neck like a taunt. "But I needed to see you."

[youremyonlyhope]

I love when I see posts like "Share how many crochet WIPs you currently have! I have 5, it's so many!"

Like, girl, I have unfinished projects from over a decade ago that I refuse to frog on the off chance I decide to finish them. I've found years-old projects I forgot I even started and will impulsively just finish it on the spot. I've started three different projects in the last 2 months, including one I started yesterday, that I already know I may or may not finish within the year depending on motivation.

The number of WIPs I have is infinite.