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[cynthiav06]

I have had up to here with people blaming Percy for absolutely no reason. How the hell is any of it his fault? Percy was all for saving Nico from the jar and agreed to help immediately. Don't spread misinformation. That scene and all scenes, including Nico's situations, involved Percy agreeing and worrying each time. Here are a few of those scenes. It's not all there's more, but these are the key ones:

Not the part about Sammy – that was still too painful to say out loud – but she told them about Gaia’s offer of a fake life, and the goddess’s claim that she’d captured her brother, Nico. Hazel didn’t want to keep that to herself. She was afraid the despair would overwhelm her. Percy rubbed his shoulders. His lips were blue. ‘You – you saved me, Hazel. We’ll figure out what happened to Nico, I promise.’ (Son of Neptune, Chapter 41)

I think my dad is turning a blind eye. I think – I think he wants me to find Nico.’ ‘We’ll find your brother,’ Percy promised. ‘As soon as the ship gets here, we’ll sail for Rome.’ (Son of Neptune, Chapter 52)

Huddled next to it was a dejected looking boy in tattered jeans, a black shirt, and an old aviator jacket. On his right hand, a silver skull ring glittered. “Nico,” Percy called. But the son of Hades couldn’t hear him. The container was completely sealed. The air was turning poisonous. Nico’s eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. He appeared to be meditating. His face was pale, and thinner than Percy remembered (…) “Nico,” Percy said, “where is this place? We’ll save you.…” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 13)

“He disappeared.” Hazel moistened her lips. “I’m afraid…I’m not sure, but I think something’s happened to him.” “We’ll look for him,” Percy promised. “We have to find the Doors of Death anyway.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 3)

Percy pointed at Piper’s dagger. “Tiberinus said you could find Nico’s location…you know, with that.” Piper bit her lip. The last thing she wanted to do was check Katoptris for more terrifying images. “I’ve tried,” she said. “The dagger doesn’t always show what I want to see. In fact, it hardly ever does.” “Please,” Percy said. “Try again.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

He told them about his dream—the twin giants planning a reception for them in an underground parking lot with rocket launchers; Nico di Angelo trapped in a bronze jar, slowly dying from asphyxiation with pomegranate seeds at his feet. Hazel choked back a sob. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)

Piper dropped the blade. “What’s wrong?” Jason asked. “It was showing us something.” Piper felt like the boat was back on the ocean, rocking under her feet. “We can’t go there.” Percy frowned. “Piper, Nico is dying. We’ve got to find him. Not to mention, Rome is about to get destroyed.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

“We should wait for the others,” she said. “Hazel, Frank, and Leo should be back soon.” “We can’t wait,” Percy insisted. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

The vision zoomed in again. Inside the jar, Nico di Angelo was curled in a ball, no longer moving, all the pomegranate seeds eaten. “We’re too late,” Jason said. “No,” Percy said. “No, I can’t believe that. Maybe he’s gone into a deeper trance to buy time. We have to hurry.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

Otis trudged over to the dais, stopping occasionally to do a plié. He knocked over the jar, the lid popped off, and Nico di Angelo spilled out. The sight of his deathly pale face and too-skinny frame made Percy’s heart stop. Percy couldn’t tell whether he was alive or dead. He wanted to rush over and check, but Ephialtes stood in his way. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

At Otis’s feet, Nico shuddered. Percy felt like a hellhound hamster wheel somewhere in his chest had started moving again. At least Nico was alive. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

Jason and Piper closed ranks on either side of Percy (…)“We’re here,” Percy said, which sounded kind of obvious once he had said it. “Let our friend go.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

“Okay.” Percy decided not to comment on the Hawaiian shirt. “Now, about our friend…” “Oh, him,” Ephialtes sneered. “We were going to let him finish dying in public, but he has no entertainment value. He’s spent days curled up sleeping. What sort of spectacle is that? Otis, tip over the jar.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

Percy was ready to slice this giant in half and get out of there, but Otis was standing over Nico. If a battle started, Nico was in no condition to defend himself. Percy needed to buy him some recovery time.  (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

Percy glanced over at Nico, who was just starting to move. Percy wanted him to be at least conscious enough to crawl out of the way when the fighting started. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

This was all despite the fact that Nico knew who Percy was and that he needed help when he was amnesiac and in Camp Jupiter and didn't do anything. [Look at it from Percy's perspective. He has helped Nico in the past and considers Nico a friend, and still, when he was at his lowest with no memory and in middle of nowhere fighting for his life or in enemy territory, Nico did little to help. Sure, maybe he couldn't reveal himself, but he still could have tried to help instead of just pretending he didn't know Percy and them avoiding him. Even if there was nothing Nico could do there, look at it from Percy's or even a general perspective and tell me it doesn't look wrong]

Also, the whole Percy promised to save Bianca to Nico is fundamentally incorrect. Percy knew the quest was hard, and there would be losses. He promised to do his best. And he did. It was not enough, but it is in no way Percy's fault. Even Bianca herself knew that. Stop projecting on her with your own opinions.

Also, remember Percy himself was 13 years old; a child himself who had to tell another child his sister was dead. As if Chiron shouldn't be doing that himself and taking responsibility. Percy did the hard thing and Nico obviously a child snapped at him and ran. He ran. None of them are wrong and neither of them should be blamed.

Mind you, Percy took the prophecy upon himself to protect Nico. He also kept Nico's parentage a secret from Chiron, someone Percy greatly respects out of care and protection for Nico. He looked everywhere for Nico and never once blamed him for some of the choices he made. In fact, despite having not been at fault, HE STILL TOOK RESPONSIBILITY FOR ALL OF IT AND FOR NICO HIMSELF.

Percy was the first to try and understand Nico, didn't blame him, didn't even get angry, and did everything to help, and YOU ARE BLAMING HIM?

Bianca was perfectly right to speak to Nico in front of Percy and ask him to forgive Percy, of course she would. Percy Jackson who owed them nothing and bore no responsibility for them did everything to take care of them and protect them and did so to Nico even when he switched sides and was actively trying to kill Percy. Tell me someone else who would be able to look past that? No one but Percy did. He literally went above and beyond for Nico and even included him IN HIS ONE WISH IN WHICH HE COULD HAVE ASKED ANYTHING HE WANTED BUT CHOSE TO ASK SOMETHING FOR OTHERS, FOR NICO DESPITE EVERYTHING THAT HAD HAPPENED.

You all just need someone to blame, and everyone just picks Percy; the one character who has literally nothing to do with half of the accusations against him. It's almost funny how far people go to implicate Percy in stuff he had no involvement and, in fact, did everything in his power to help with.

i think bianca di angelo would be so furious that they lost nico after she died. that he was able to just run away and get manipulated. (i know they looked for him, but *still*.) even though she was promised the camp would be a safe and accepting place for him. and dont get me started on how mad she’d be that the 7 (except hazel, of course, my angel) hesitated to save nico from that jar.

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Imogen may be a war criminal, but she was a child soldier first

“Have you seen battle?” The general questioned.

“Yes,” Imogen replied.

A senator with pristinely combed salt-and-pepper hair beside him scoffed as he folded his arms across his ornate robes. “Terrorizing farming communities on Outer Rim moons hardly counts as battle.”

She stared him down with a calm, knowing smirk for a prolonged beat. “I served during the Clone Wars, Senator.”

“You must’ve been only a child during that time,” he remarked, not believing the experience of a known traitor to his lost Republic.

“Indeed,” Imogen casually confirmed. “I was thirteen when I saw my first battle from the front lines. Fourteen when I began commanding troops. And sixteen when I witnessed my peers and teachers be slaughtered all around me.”

She stepped closer to him, holding his gaze as she gracefully entered his space with a measured step like the predator he must have forgotten she was. His hands became fists and dropped to his sides instinctively, but Imogen did not intend to attack him. At least, she did not see any reason to at the present moment that would be worth the inconvenience of upsetting the entire room. His unease amused her, though.

“Do not question my experience with war,” she said in a tone low enough for only him to hear. “I have known war intimately.”

[bloomstream]

omg hii bloom!! i love your works so much so can i request

headcannons 4 mha boys /w their cheerleader girlfriend !!

⋆˚࿔ cheer fever

synopsis: being the mha boys cheer captain girlfriend! (,,>﹏<,,)

— includes: kirishima + kaminari + sero (in that order)

𓂃　♪　𓈒 cw: f!reader, fluff, established relationship

𓂃　★ 𓈒 a/n: wait i love this request too it’s so wholesome. no shinsou this time cus i can’t envision him here, sorry 😓

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

eijiro is your sweet jock boyfriend, making you the typical football player x cheerleader couple.

following this trope; your boyfriend is so obsessed with seeing you in his variety jacket. literally gets cuteness aggression and pinches your cheeks.

eijiro LOVES when you’re in your cheer uniform. everytime time he sees you in it he fumbles over his words trying to explain how good you look!

he gets so flustered when he sees you cheering for him on the sidelines. it gives him so much motivation knowing your cheering for him.

after a game he runs straight to you and spins you around, kissing you alllll over. “we did it!” he believes you give him all the strength he had to play (you do).

walks you home after cheer practice.

one time you got him flowers to celebrate his last game of the season. when he saw them, he cried because he got you flowers too! the biggest sweetheart ever.

half of his post on social media are of the both of you after games! he always posts on his story letting people know that his team will be playing and that you’ll be cheering as well. he’s so supportive.

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

denki is a loser, everyone knows. so everyone is also confused on how he bagged the most attractive cheerleader in the school.

he brags to EVERYONE about you, it’s a bit embarrassing, but still charming.. “oh yeah, my girlfriend!? she’s the cheer captain!” (no one asked)

forces his friends to come to games so they can help him support you. he’d bring a huge sign with glitter and your name spelt with macaroni while screaming “that’s my girlfriend!!”

still a flirty dork; “need help with your stretching exercises?” randomly asks you to do flips and splits because he genuinely thinks it’s cool.

tried to learn how to braid hair so he can do your game day hair, but he’s not very good at it </3 still, he helps apply your glitter and lipgloss.

no need to hire a photographer because denki will take an album full of photos of you when you're cheering.

after games he gives you a big hug and kisses the crown of your head. “another amazing job, you never miss.” he’ll also take you shopping after special occasions.

+ wore your cheer uniform as a joke once but ended up really liking it on himself.

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

chill boyfriend x cheerleader girlfriend: you guys are a power couple.

hanta was kind oblivious about cheer at first so he does a lot of research to make sure he’s supporting you properly. and he does it every time; chocolates, flowers, and small gifts.

when you tell him he had the body and muscle to be a cheerleader (mostly joking) he freaks and offers to help you practice. he quickly becomes your spot when you're practicing at home!

hanta is obsessed with hearing the drama going on between you and your cheer team, “no way she said that! seriously, she needs to pick a struggle.”

carries all your makeup and equipment wherever you need it.

fixes your bow/skirt and gives you a big smooch before each game. if he notices that you’re nervous before a performance he’ll give you the silliest pep talk to make you laugh. “go out there and show them what you got, yeah?”

when you’re studying together, he’ll beg you to ‘cheer’ him on. sometimes you decide to give him that pleasure just to see that wide grin on his face.

[evie-sturns]

yapper - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you talk, a lot. chris finally has enough of your voice and puts his hand over your mouth, little did you both know that this would let to a lot more than expected.

contains: smut, fluff, shy!chris, yapper!reader, risky sex.

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9:28pm

"okay- but guess what happened next! she literally took off runnings, like- i mean i know she was embarrased but running away is just gonna make an even bigger fool of yourself right?" i ramble on and on, and on... and on.

"but-" i start, cutting myself off with a gasp, "i forgot to tell you oh my god! okay so you know that one girl who i used to work with, wait whats her name?"

chris suddenly speaks up, "baby," he sighs, his voice has a twinge of frustration in it, which doesnt suprise me.

ive been speaking his ear off this whole hang out, but its not my fault that i just have so much to tell chris.

i stay silent for about 3 seconds before instantly starting up again,

"jen-! that was her name, okay so basically i found out that her and her boyfriend are in like this massive fight right now because she fucki-"

chris cuts me off,

his hand clasps over my mouth, which shut me up pretty fast.

i stare at him with my round eyes, his hand still firmly plastered over my lips.

he clears his throat, breaking eye contact quickly.

i slowly reach up, grabbing his wrist and trying to gently lift his hand away.

he keeps it there though, his gaze drifitng back over to me.

chris's eyes are fluttering shut everytime he blinks, his cheeks burning red as the silence in the room grows, its nice for a change though.

i open my mouth to try protest, but my voice is muffled by his palm. "mmf- chris just-" i start,

he shakes his head, "all you do- is just talk y/n! oh my fucking god."

a grin spreads across my face, which chris seems to take note off.

suddenly he sits up right, grabbing my shoulder with his free hand.

he gently lays me down on the couch, his hand still plastered over my lips.

he then hovers over me, staring down into my eyes.

i feel heat pool in my lower abdomen, goosebumps travelling up my arms as the eye contact with chris grows stronger.

he gently removes his hand away from me, his face inches from mine.

he it between my legs, his torso millimeters above mine and his hair tickling my forehead.

“not.. another word.” he whispers,

i nod slightly,

he brushes his lips against mine, our noses brushing.

suddenly his lips connect with mine, my chest instantly tightens as i grab at him,

he inches my legs further apart with his knee, which shortly after brushes against my clothed cunt.

i let out a needy whine against his lips, causing him to pull away,

“shh sh.” he shushes me, his hands on either side of my head.

“i wan’ you..” i whisper,

chris’s cheeks flush red, his eyes darting away for a second,

“yeah?” he mutters, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he blinks a few times.

i nod, “i- i really do.”

i sit up on my elbows before reaching for his belt buckle,

he doesn’t say anything, just letting me.

i unbuckle his belt, a soft thump fills the room as it drops onto the couch.

i tug down his jeans, and he helps me discard them to the side.

his hands rest on my knees,

he suddenly speaks up, “i- i mean- we really can’t.. matt and nick are home and nick has a friend over it’s- it’s so risky..”

i frown slightly, “but- please! that’s not fair!”

he shakes his head, letting it tip back.

“i’ll be really.. really quiet i swear.” i whisper,

“i doubt that..” he scoffs,

“cant we just go to your room?” i groan,

he shakes his head, “nick will be right next door, he’ll hear stuff..”

i look up at him through big wide eyes, toying with the waistband of his boxers,

“i’ll be so good and quiet..” i breathe,

“fine- fine okay- just- god..” he mumbles,

he reaches for my waistband and tugs my small shorts off, before pulling at my panties.

he practically tears my tank top off, leaving me fully revealed.

“we have to be quick though.” chris mutters, pulling his shirt off over his head, leaving him only in his black boxers.

i nod with a smile,

he palms himself through his boxers as he hunched over, clearly overwhelmingly horny.

i tug down his boxers, the cold air hits his tip, causing him to let out a shaking gasp.

“please..” i grin,

he nods, “you- be quiet.” he whispers, grabbing my hip and lining himself up with me.

my arousal coats his tip as he gently presses it in,

the stretch hurts so good, i let out a small moan.

he slowly presses more inside of me, my walls clamping around him at the size,

“fuck- chris-“ i moan out, completely forgetting the one rule he had for me,

he stares down at me, his movements stilling,

“i fucking told you, be quiet.” he grunts,

“i can’t..” i whine loudly, his thickness stretching me out.

he moves his hand, placing it right back over my mouth with a small tut.

he starts to thrust into me, making sure his strokes are deep each time.

i squeeze my eyes shut, my whole body feeling like it’s on fire,

my stomach tingles heavily, i purse my lips together, trying to stop my noises but it’s not working.

a moan rips out of me, muffled by chris’s palm.

“noisy girl, fuck..” chris groans, his pace rapidly picking up speed.

i wrap my legs around his waist as i frantically grip at his back, my nails sinking into his skin.

my moans get increasingly louder as i turn my head to the side, making chris hand on my mouth slip away.

“you just- you just can’t shut up can you?” he grumbles, his voice trembling as he gets closer,

“i- fuck!” i babble out,

suddenly, chris pulls out of me.

empty, is the only word to describe how i feel.

“chris no- please i was so close- please!”

he cuts me off, “sit up.”

i sit up on the couch, the dull ache between my thighs frustrating me.

he gets up on his knees, his cock right infront of my face.

i stare up at him frustratedly, folding my arms,

“since you won’t keep your mouth shut, gonna have to atleast put it to work hm?” he whispers,

i roll my eyes, my hole fluttering from loss of contact.

he reaches two fingers down and taps my cheek, “open.”

i part my lips,

“go on, use that damn mouth for good.” he mutters, his hand reaching round to my hair and twirling it into a makeshift pony.

“fuck you.” i mumble quietly, a small grin on my lips.

he gently presses his tip to my lips, i wrap my lips around it, tasting myself on him.

i let out small grunts as i take him further down my throat, my lower jaw already aching.

his tip kisses the back of my throat, making me squeeze my eyes shut.

“good, so good..” he groans,

he starts to move his hips, gently fucking my face.

i let him, keeping my lips firmly around him.

his pace quickens, the head of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of my throat.

small gagging noises fill the room as his pace gets even faster.

“oh fuck baby- oh god, gonna— gonna let me fill that pretty mouth up?” he rambles, his grip on my hair tightening,

i nod,

“that’s a good girl,” he whimpers with one final thrust of his hips,

spurts of white shoot down my throat, a smile growing on my face as i swallow it all,

he gently pulls out of my mouth, rubbing my cheek with his free hand.

he flops back onto the couch, his cheeks red and sweaty.

his hair sticks to his forehead from the dampness, he gently pulls me onto his lap.

“can you fuck me now chris, so mean of you to edge me like that.” i huff, rolling my eyes.

“why would i let you cum? you weren’t following instructions properly yeah?” he chuckles, earning a loud groan from me

i tip my head foward onto his shoulder

“my jaw hurts.” i groan,

“does that mean you’ll finally stop all the talking?” he grins,

“no— not at all actually- i still haven’t finished my story!”

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[mwahbabe]

on my knees begging for dealer! ellie! 💋

being your dealers favourite <3

pairing: ellie williams x fem reader

mdni, smut, car sex, fingering(r!recieving, drug use(e!&r!), squirting, fluff, fwb to something.

a/n: aaahhh i’m sorry this took forever omg not very demure not very mindful at all but boy oh boy do i love me some dealer ellie 🫦

ellie is not the type to give handouts or “hook people up” she’s hard up for money and if you don’t have it, there’s the door. no exceptions. period.

except…. she is. for you anyway. she can’t even remember how much you owe her now. always giving in to your excuses. falling for your stupid puppy dog eyes and that pout you gave her.

“ellss can i come over?” ┃

els🔌┃“you still owe you know.”

“pleaseeee? i’m broke and having a hard week :(“┃

els🔌┃“when are you not having a hard week ?”

“how do you think I feel??.” ┃

els🔌┃“i’m home. don’t keep me waiting.”

she had tried to be strong. she really had. but when she first saw you she became all awkward and nervous seeing a pretty girl show up at her asking for weed. the more you came over the sweeter she became on you. letting you share her blunt and not asking for money, to meeting you wherever to give you what you asked for.

it was annoying how everytime she saw your notification pop up on her phone she answered straight away, even if she knew you had no money to give her, how when she knew you were coming she would straighten out her dirty apartment and try to make it somewhat clean and when meeting you somewhere would try and make herself a bit more presentable and clean the trash out of her car. not that you minded in the slightest. her gaze always wandering to your exposed cleavage or your exposed thighs in those little shorts while you were yapping about whatever while stoned on her couch.

she would always tell herself, no more. she has to pay this time. and always end up giving it to you every. single. time. and then one night you had hooked up. you were at hers getting your usual handout and spending a little more time with her because you actually enjoyed her company. she enjoyed yours too, you were actually fun to be around and good company. you stayed over at hers, ellie let you sleep in her bed, must have been the weed or how you looked that night because ellie ended up knuckles deep in you whispering praise in your ear as her thumb rubbed your clit. “yeah.. that’s it baby… there ya go.. cum on my fingers baby.” you two never brought it up again, only brushing it off as a casual thing and you two were inebriated so it didn’t mean anything. not like ellie didn’t think about it every night and touch her clit and finger fuck herself thinking about your moans and taste. she tried so hard to be firm on you but she just couldn’t. not after that.

also that one night you texted her at 3am.

“elss? are you holding?i’m on my period and i’m broke and in pain i just wanna get high:(”┃

els🔌┃ “aww you poor thing.”

“plsss??:((“┃

ellliieeee????┃

els🔌┃“i’m on my way princess. say thankyou.”

“thankyou so much els ur the best<33”┃

she never drops off unless the price is right. but you’re the exception. and when she showed up to your house not only with the weed but with some snacks and chocolate for you, claiming it was for when you get the “munchies” but really she knew how being on your period sucked and especially while sober, she would lying to herself if she said she wouldn’t have given it to you anyway. she practically invited herself in and insists on keeping you company and rolling a joint for the two of you, trying to act as if it was so you wouldn’t have all the weed to yourself. which was bullshit. she couldn’t stand the thought of you lonely and in pain during that awful time of month. hell. she hated it too.

that night she had grabbed some blankets and cushions and laid the weed and snacks she brought out making sure you were comfy and made you hot tea and put on a movie you both liked and let you cuddle up to her after you both passed the joint back and forth, she had stayed over and rubbed your back until you fell asleep in her arms when the weed had done it’s job.

she was weak for you. you had her. and you both knew it. after a few days on cue came your text.

“hiiii <3 can i come thru?”┃

els🔌┃“i’m out rn. i’ll pick you up.”

“kay <3” ┃

you put your slippers on and threw on a jacket, waiting around until not even five minutes later her “here.” text made you jump up and head outside, sure enough her car was parked on the road with the headlights on. you walk over to her car the butterflies in your tummy getting more intense the closer you got. as soon as you open the passenger door the smell of weed hits you as well as the musky but clean scent of ellies cologne. a smell you had grown to love. “heyy.” you smiled as you hopped in after ellie had been frantically cleaning off the junk off the seat.

“hey princess. sorry bout the mess. hop in.” “ellie you know i don’t care. my car is worse.” you giggle as you shut the door.

ellie chuckled and started the car then pulled off the curb onto the road, her tatted arm on the steering wheel while her other arm was rested on her knee, the tattoo visible with her hoodie sleeve rolled up slightly as she gripped the steering wheel. you couldn’t not stare. you both chatted as she drove down the quiet road, barely any cars as it was past 3am. you loved night drives with her, mainly because you knew it always ended in hotboxing her car but she was just genuinely good company and made you laugh. and wet.

ellie parked up in an empty lot and pulled out a pre-rolled joint out of her pocket holding it out to you. “wanna do the honours?” “you’re so sweet.” you half teased and pulled out your lighter and lit the blunt inhaling it into your lungs and then exhaling, you had gotten good at not coughing.

ellie watched you, her eyes darkening as she watched how your lips wrapped around the joint and how your head leaned back as the cloud of smoke floated above your head as you blew it out. “show off.” ellies voice was slightly hoarse as her shaky had took the blunt off you and inhaled it herself.

“or maybe i’m just better at it.” you retorted, earning a scoff from ellie as she exhaled. “you wish.”

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as you were both chatting back and forth, it didn’t last long before ellie’s hand found it’s way into your panties, at first you just giggled and kept talking, until her fingers circled your clit and your words were cut off, “els..?”

“what? just playing with my favourite customer, that okay with you baby?” your breath catches in your throat and you quickly nod. a little embarrassed how fast you gave in. “yeah..” you lean back against the car seat spreading your legs further, ellie watches both you and her fingers as she circled your clit gathering your wetness. “fuck ellie…” you groan as she rubs you with the perfect amount of pressure and speed. wet noises filled the car, you were already wet from the weed, her voice and being in such close proximity with her but now you couldn’t stop leaking all over her fingers. your voice breathy and needy. “that feel good baby?” she cooed as she went faster, you nodded quickly in response, “need more els.. please.” you whine, the stimulation good but not enough “let’s get these off huh? wanna see you sweet girl.” you didn’t hesitate and rose your hips up sliding your shorts and panties off kicking them aside not giving it a second thought, ellie exhaled as you spread your legs on the seat “atta girl.”

you whimpered. “i got you baby.” she entered two fingers into you, knowing from your previous encounter you could handle it, especially with how soaked you were, a strained groan escaping her at your sounds. ellie’s eyes glanced between your face and her fingers as she slid them in and out of your slick pussy. “such a pretty fuckin pussy..” ellie murmured, you looked at her, your eyes pouty and unfocused, both from the weed and ellie’s ministrations. ellie melted and immediately leaned in to kiss you. her free hand tangled up in your hair as she tilted her head to the side allowing you to deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue into your mouth, the car was filled with filthy wet sounds and little groans and whimpers from the two of you. rain tapping on the roof of the car and windows as the heavy breathing from you and ellie fogged up the car windows.

ellie pulled away to kiss down your neck, rough and messily leaving dark marks on all over you, your hands were all over her in return, gripping the fabric of her hoodie, smelling the musky but sweet scent she carried. “god ellie..” you whispered, ellie didn’t skip a beat even as she focused on marking you up. her hand still working between your legs, drawing the cutest moans from you. “so fuckin wet… gonna leave a mess on my seat princess.”

she curled her fingers hitting the perfect spot, your back arched and higher pitched moans came from you, ellie’s palm hit your clit as she sped up, now with a purpose to make you all over her fingers. “taking my fingers so good princess… so perfect.” you couldn’t talk now, your hands gripping her shoulder as you clenched around her fingers. “ellie…ellie!”

“yeah yeah baby i know i know. c’mon princess cum on my fingers.”

you squirmed in the seat as your pussy clenched hard around ellie’s fingers as she continued to fuck you through your orgasm, fluid squirting from you each time her fingers moved out of you, spilling all over her car seat your cries and loud groans were music to her ears, you could barely hear her praising and talking you through it, not letting up until she got it all out of you. as your moans died down she slowed until pulling her soaked fingers from you. “atta girl.. shit. you made a fuckin mess huh?” she flicked some of your fluids off and sucked your mess off her fingers, your heart jumping at the sight.

you glanced down at yourself, seeing that little puddle you left on her car seat, immediately covering your face. “fuck you.” ellie laughed, patting your thigh. “hey, don’t be embarrassed. that was fuckin hot.” you uncovered your face and gave a small laugh glancing back at her. both of you seeing the state of each other. “holy shit..” you expressed, fixing yourself and reaching for your shorts and pulling them on, ellie watched with amusement. “yeah.. you good babe?”

you nodded, “way better than.” ellie chuckled and glanced out the window tapping the seat under her before looking back at you starting the engine again. “you wanna grab something to eat?” “aw you’re so sweet, i thought you were supposed to buy me dinner before fucking me?” you teased, pulling you belt on. “ah shit. you’re right. i did this wrong.” ellie said, scoffing. “don’t worry. i’ll do it right next time.” ellie chuckled pulling off the curb.

you rolled your eyes half heartedly but your heart skipped a beat at her words. “next time?” ellie glanced at you as she drove. “yeah.. if you wanna keep doing this.” you smiled, admiring her side profile and her relaxed expression. “yeah of course.” ellie’s hand came to rest on your thigh. “good.”

the rest of the night you two grab food and park up in her car and smoke some more, then go back to hers and snuggle and watch stupid movies stoned and fall asleep together on her couch.

[1-800-adore-me]

| "Did I do good, honey?"

🍎 nsfw warning (18+) + tags: baby fever Caleb, dirty talk, inappropriate usage of evol abilities, edging (Caleb to you), fingering, cunninglingus, praise kink, pet names (pipsqueak, princess, baby girl, sweetheart, honey…), squirting, biting, grinding  ( porn without plot | words: around 3.9k ) (AN: caleb would totally be into the fantasy of breeding you and having loving baby making sex. unfortunately no breeding for this fic but hopefully for the next one <3 caleb is just having his boydinner)

After Caleb finally confirmed his availability to hang out with you for the day, you decided that you wanted to try out a cafe with him. You told him that Tara mentioned it having the “most tastiest” lattes that Linkon had to offer and the pastries were to die for. Considering how excited you looked when you were telling him this, how could he ever say no to those giant puppy eyes of yours? 

When you both arrived at the cafe, it was bustling with business. There was a line of people waiting outside of the cafe and there was a sense of apprehension coming from you. Are we going to wait forever? Should we just head back? I don’t want Caleb to feel like he’s wasting time waiting with me here…

As if he could sense your apprehension, Caleb patted your head with that soft smile that you were oh so familiar with. “It seems busy but hey, I wouldn’t mind waiting in line so long as this pipsqueak here can.” He’d chuckle, a delicate sound that was sent straight to your heart. “Don’t tell me that you’re so hungry that you can’t wait in line, hm?”

You frowned and playfully hit his arm. “As if! Come on, let’s hurry up before more people crowd up and take our spots then!” 

Even though you were smaller than him, the amount of strength that you had when you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the line was akin to a thousand men. He let out an amused chuckle as he allowed you to do so, taking in any opportunity to feel your skin on his. The way your fingers locked perfectly with his made his heart flutter as it made him think back to the olden days where you were so clingy and needy for him to the point where you begged him to take you everywhere he went. 

After waiting in line for what felt like hours, the both of you finally arrived inside the cafe. It had an inviting and warm atmosphere that quickly dissolved any sense of frustration building up inside of you. Once it was finally Caleb’s and your turn to order, you both decided on 2 slices of apple pie and 2 lattes. After the both of you had gotten your orders, you decided to head out. The inside of the cafe, although it looked cozy and sweet to relax in, was beginning to feel cramped with the amount of people endlessly pouring in. The original plan included the both of you spending the afternoon there but considering that it was only going to get busier, perhaps it wouldn’t be a good idea to linger long. After a quick discussion, it was a better idea to just head back home for the day and watch movies as you enjoy your treats. Although it sounded mundane, today felt like a good day to be lazy. 

Suddenly, a young girl grabbed the hem of your skirt. You looked down at her with a confused expression on your face, yet you held a warm smile towards her. Caleb stopped in his tracks, offering the small girl the same expression as well. 

“Hello there, little one! Did you need something from me?” You say, now turning around to fully face her as you crouched down to her height. Her warm brown eyes observed your face for a moment, her fingers twiddling with each other. She seemed quite shy. 

She hesitated before she spoke. “Miss… What do you have there? I saw that you ordered something that looked yummy but I don’t know what it is. Can you tell me?” Her eyes averted from yours for a moment before focusing them on you again as she pointed at the bag held in Caleb’s hand. 

You let out a soft chuckle, as if her question was something peculiar. All of this nervousness to ask you what kind of goodies you bought? You patted her head as if to reassure her that she could relax around you. By magic, you could feel her shoulders relaxing. 

“Well, why don’t I show you instead?” You say as you rummaged through the paper bag that Caleb was holding in his hand and showed her a box of 1 apple slice inside. “It’s an apple pie! This kind mister and I used to eat a lot of these when we were little like you and we heard that this cafe makes really good pies!” You handed it to her as she hesitantly accepted it - although confusion was written on her face. “Why don’t you have my slice then? We bought 2 so I can always share the other slice with him!”

The young girl’s eyes suddenly widened as her expression brightened up. She looked down at the box you just gave her and let out an adorable chuckle. “Are you sure, miss? I don’t want to take away your food!”

You furiously shook your head as you quickly got up. “Don’t fret about it! Like I said, I can just share with this mister right here!” You tapped Caleb’s chest, earning yourself a soft laughter from him. “You wouldn’t mind at all, right?” He looks at her and smiles, nodding. 

“You heard her! Don’t worry about us, little missy!” He’d pat her head as well before looking at you. “Should we head on then? I don’t want our pie to get cold if we take too long to go back home.” Although there was his usual gentleness in his tone, there was something off - as if he was in a rush. You raised an eyebrow at him but thought nothing of it. You were also anticipating spending the day with him after all. Perhaps he felt the same way. 

Both of you waved at the younger girl as you walked away. She shouted an adorable ‘Thank you!’ before she scurried away to find her parents. Caleb’s eyes lingered on the both of you for a moment before returning his attention on you. But something was different about his expression. He looked like he was distracted by something. You snapped your fingers in front of him in order to catch his attention. 

“Are you okay, Caleb? Distracted by something?” You said, giving him a teasing smile. “Don’t tell me that you’re upset that you have to share with me. If you really want to, we can head back to the cafe and wait another 200 years so you don’t get grumpy!” 

He laughed - his familiar, comforting gaze now on you. “Oh, pipsqueak. If we waited any longer in there, I might’ve had to hold you back from stealing the pastries and running off! Trust me, I don’t mind sharing with you at all. After all, didn’t I use to share all of my pie slices with you when we were younger? Gran would scold me all the time, saying that I shouldn’t give you everything I had!”

The two of you exchanged comforting nostalgic memories as you continued your way back home. Yet, you would notice that there was still a distracted expression on his face. Did I say something wrong? Did I upset him? You decided that you would ask him about it later. Right now, you just enjoyed the playful dynamic that you had going on with him. 

When the both of you finally reached home, he set the bag down on the table as you grabbed the blankets and pillows needed for the evening’s session. After you both changed into your comfortable homebody outfits, you snuggled against his broad chest as he put an arm around you. The television was playing some romcom movie that you two thought sounded interesting - although, your attention was directed towards something else other than the screen. 

“Caleb?” You gently called his attention. His eyes immediately turned from the screen to you. 

“Hm? What is it, pipsqueak?” He replied in a gentle tone, matching yours. 

“What’s been bothering you?” Your eyebrows lightly knitted together. “Ever since the cafe, you seem… distracted. Did something happen?” You put a hand on his cheek and he laid his own hand on yours, deepening the skinship. He turned his face into your hand and smiled into it, laying a brief kiss on you. 

He gave a small hum. “I had an interesting thought, that’s all.” His tone was more playful now as he couldn’t help holding back that teasing grin he always had. 

You let out a groan, although it was a much more exaggerated one. “Tell me now! What is it that’s bothering you? Is it something that I can help with?” 

His eyes slightly averted from yours for a moment before focusing his gaze on your body - then onto your eyes again. Something changed in his eyes - something more akin to hunger. He laid another kiss on your fingers, then onto the back of your hand. 

“You were being so kind to that little girl… You’re so gentle when you talk to kids. Makes me want to give you one.” He whispered ever so gently as he snaked his hand underneath the blankets and laid it on your stomach. He rubbed tiny circles around as he laughed. 

“You would be good, wouldn’t you? I think about it sometimes… Me coming home to a tiny little you running around the house, causing a ruckus as we all laugh together.” His face inched closer to yours and that’s when you realized how hot your cheeks felt at the implications he was getting at. His beautiful, gorgeous eyes were intense to look into and you looked away for a moment, feeling like you would get lost in them if you stared for too long. 

He didn’t stop talking. He continued with that low, husky voice of his now as his hands began travelling lower. “Wouldn’t you agree? Wouldn’t you like being pregnant with my baby? I’ll give you one, yeah? I know that you get lonely sometimes when I’m off on a mission so… I’ll give you a baby, hm? How does that sound, honey?” The only reason why he stopped talking was because his lips were busy on your neck, kissing and suckling on your soft skin. You let out a soft moan as you tilted your neck, granting him more access to it. 

“Remember when we were kids and you said you wanted a big family when you grew up? 4 or more kids so they could all be friends with each other?” He was now licking your collarbones as he watched colorful bruises start to form on your skin. “You still want 4 babies, hm? I can give them to you if you’d like, yeah?”

Caleb’s naughty hands now dug past the hem of your shorts and his long, rugged fingers began rubbing your entrance through your panties. You could already feel yourself getting damp from the quick contact of his digits. Then he began rubbing your already hard clit with his thumb. Your clit, in response, was pulsing against his large digit. 

“C-Caleb…! Aaah…!” You let out a breathy sigh. You grabbed his face and began kissing him now - locking your mouths together as you allowed your tongue to explore his. There was a sweet and bitter taste in his mouth as he had just recently drank his latte while the both of you were watching the movie. With his other hand that wasn’t busy pleasing you, he put it behind your head to deepen your kiss. Obscene noises of wet moans filled the room and it was the only thing that you could hear in your ears. Whatever was playing on the screen now was just background noises that you couldn’t even bother giving your attention to anymore. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to feel everything that was happening. 

Your panties were getting damper and damper by the second, the fabric getting thinner and transparent now because of your slick. His gentle touches in contrast to how ferociously he was making out with you sent butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t hold back a moan into his mouth, which made him grin. 

“Caleb, please…! Touch me more!” You begged him as you broke away from his lips. A thin strand of saliva was the only connection from your separation and you held back the urge to lick your lips - lest you’d lose the only thing keeping you both together. His lips were wet and bruised and so were yours. You took off your panties, discarding them somewhere in the room. “Put your fingers inside, please! I need you right now, I need you so much!” 

His breath hitched. His eyes were looking everywhere at you now, drinking in your desperation. Then, he chuckled - a sound that was rich and deep. “But should I?” He said, now taking away his hand from your wet and aching sex. “What if I don’t, hm? I’m the only one who can satisfy you, my love.” He licked one of his fingers that was covered in your slick. “And if I can’t satisfy you… are you going to cry? I can just leave you like this and walk away.” He’d chuckle. 

As if he said something offensive, you jumped onto his lap and began grinding on his propped up knee. You didn’t care if your wet slick dirtied his pants, you needed to relieve your throbbing or else you’d go insane. When you soon realized that it wasn’t enough, you forcefully grabbed the hand that was pleasuring you and moved it back to your cunt. Then, you began grinding on it as well. The soft flesh of his hands felt better than his pants, you believe. 

“Can’t you see how much I need you, Caleb?” You pleaded as you tried to entice something out of him with your pathetic cries.. “I’ve… I’ve always needed you. I need you in my life, Caleb. You’re the only one who can satisfy me. Please? Please?” You now leaned forward and began kissing his neck, mimicking what he did to you earlier. He let out a satisfied sigh as he tilted his neck, which you began nipping and suckling at. The wet sounds of your kisses and his pleased sighs made your head swirl. 

“When did you learn how to get so naughty, hm? Was it because of me?” Just when you thought your pleas fell on deaf ears, you felt one of his fingers enter you. You were so wet that his fingers could easily allow themselves in without resistance. You let out a breathy moan next to his ear as you felt another finger slip itself in. 

As his fingers fucked you, his other hand started to rub your clit as well. Overwhelmed by the stimulation of having both your hole and your bundle of nerves being pleasured, your hips began trying to move away. But just when you tried to move around, the gravity around you forced you to keep still. 

- Caleb’s evol, you quickly realized. 

You let out a frustrated and quiet sob as you were now being tortured with how good it felt. It was overwhelming, painful, and oh so good at the same time. Tears began falling from your eyes as the only thing you could do was continue holding onto him and moan pitifully into his ear. You could feel more slick travel down your thighs as he continued ravishing you with no hint of stopping. He licked your tears away and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, cooing you as he slipped in a third finger. Even though you were dripping with wet slick, the intrusion of a third finger began feeling like it was too much. You let out a choked moan as you wept. 

“N-No more, Caleb. It’s too much- I’m too full…!” You pleaded. 

He gently shushed you as he nibbled on your ear. “You’re doing so good for me, honey. You’re taking my fingers so well. Do you like them that much, princess? You like it when I fuck you so hard that you can do nothing but cry?” You hear him chuckle as he holds you closer to him. “You were always a crybaby, my love. I wonder if our baby will be a crybaby like you too?” 

The image of you being big and round with his child was enough to send you over the moon. You could feel your thighs shaking as you prepared to release yourself onto his hands. You could feel the buildup of your climax getting bigger in your abdomen and just when you could feel yourself cum, you couldn’t. 

Because he took his hands away. 

“Ah- wha-!” You cried out as your climax was disturbed. Your frustrated and aching cunt throbbed at the absence of his long fingers. Caleb released his evol and you collapsed onto him, your knees weak from the sudden introduction of gravity again. He held you tightly against his chest as he laid another kiss on your forehead. Then, he set you down on the sofa with you laying down on your back. Dazed and frustrated from your lack of climax, you allowed him to move you however he’d like. You were suddenly aware of how huge and wide his sofa was.

Caleb looked at you with an innocent smile on his face. “I suddenly had a thought that maybe I was being too mean to you if I just made you cum on my fingers. I mean, wouldn’t you much rather prefer to cum in my mouth instead, honey?” 

He spread your legs open with his hands, revealing the tasteful fruit that he couldn’t wait to consume. He went down to your cunt, smelling the musky aromatic smell as he observed your abused pussy. Your poor, swelled up clit was throbbing at how close his breath felt and your entrance that was soaked in your mouth-watering slick was shining beautifully from the sunlight cascading on you from the window. Caleb rubbed your thigh as he began kissing your inner thighs, each sensation sending electric shocks to you. You couldn’t hold back the quiet whimpers escaping from your lips. 

Then, he bit down on the flesh. You let out a loud moan, your hands clutching the blankets that you were laid on. You could feel him suckling on the abused skin now as he tried to deepen the mark, before moving away from it. Then, he repeated the same thing to your other inner thigh. Your clit and pussy throbbed from the painful sensation yet you could feel yourself leaking more juices. You cried out again and began thrusting your hips upwards. 

“Aaanh…Ah- Ah…! Caleb…!” You whined. “Hurry up already!”

He kissed your thighs. “Getting impatient, are we? How come you could handle waiting what felt like forever in line for the cafe but you can’t even be patient with me right now?” His stupid playful tone made you want to punch him. You let out a sound of frustration before gasping as you felt him lick your clit. 

Soon, he began suckling on the small bud of nerves as he began fingering you again with two this time to start. - ‘You can handle two this time, right? You’re always so eager to take my fingers, baby. I’ll treat you good, yeah. You’re getting my fingers so fucking wet, honey.’ You opened your legs wider, allowing him full access to your cunt. Your head was thrown back as you felt his fingers curve upwards, stimulating your sensitive spot. It was scary at this point how well he knew how to break you with just a few fingers. You were being unravelled by him and he continued to consume every fiber of your being without hesitation. It also didn’t help how Caleb’s eyes never left yours as he drank up every face of pleasure you made. You averted your eyes a few times before succumbing to looking into his eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in those beautiful violets and your own numbing pleasure. 

The wet sounds of his fingers fucking your tender hole was loud, as well as his moans enjoying his dinner. - ‘Princess, you taste so good… Mmm, could eat you for hours, honey. You’re being so good to me, baby.’ Your hole and your clit were never left alone as they were always receiving attention from Caleb. When he moved his mouth to your entrance and allowed his tongue to explore your soft insides, drinking up any slick that dared to leave your sobbing cunt, his fingers worked their magic in playing with your clit. And if he was attacking your clit with his soft tongue, his fingers would relentlessly fill you up. 

You could feel yourself getting closer by the second. You tried to not let it show on your face but the man who was giving you the world was Caleb - the person who always knew what you were feeling. The embarrassing sounds that you were making also became louder and more erotic, as well as how your legs were shaking - signalling how close your climax was coming. 

“Oouhh..! A-Ahhn..! C-Caleb! I’m gonna cum! Caleb, Caleb…!” You started chanting his name as if it was the only thing tying you down to staying conscious. He quickly grabbed one of your hands with his as he continued to eat you out, moaning into your cunt as he did so. - “Cum for me, baby. Give it all to me, sweetie. Give me all of you.” As you were riding out your orgasm, you tightly held onto his hand as he suckled your swollen clit and lapped up your pussy like a starved man. You began squirting, getting it all over his face and the sofa underneath you. Caleb watched you orgasm as he drank everything you - oh so graciously - offered him. After your climax, you whimpered as you felt him cleaning you up with his tongue - he licked your thighs and your swollen pussy, trying his best to get every nook and cranny that was still blessed with your juices. 

Feeling worn out from your intense orgasm, the only thing you could do was lay down and look up at the ceiling. Hell, even trying to look at Caleb was too much work. After he was done cleaning you up, he laid down next to you and snuggled with you as if nothing happened. 

“I’ll run a bath for you in a little bit, princess. But I want to cuddle first. I missed you, honey.” He said as he nuzzled his cheek against yours. You let out an exhausted sigh and gave him a peck on the forehead as you ran your hand through his soft brown locks. “Did I do good, honey? Did you feel good?” 

You chuckled. “What do you think? You could’ve done better.” You joked as you rolled your eyes. He was quiet for a moment before leaning into your ear, his breath feeling hot against it. 

“You think so? Want me to make you feel better right now then?” He said, then kissed  the shell of your ear. 

Your cheeks flushed a bright pink. You playfully pushed his face away. “I was just joking! I can’t even move right now, Caleb!” “So, you do admit that I made you feel good.” He chuckled as he pinched your nose. You scrunch your nose as you roll your eyes again, nodding. 

“I guess. Now carry me to the bathroom and put me in the tub, handsome.” 

When Caleb effortlessly lifted you up bridal style, he gently laid you in the tub after he removed all of your clothes and turned on the water. He hummed to himself as he ran his hand through the water, making sure that the temperature was just right for you. He had an obvious and huge tent in his pants, along with the wet spot from your leaky cunt from earlier as well at the top of his pants. You lick your lips as your mouth watered at the idea of taking him whole. 

You grab his arm and pull him down to your height. “Since you treated me well, how about I return the favor?” You whispered in his ear. 

He looked at you for a moment before grinning as he started to take off his clothes. “If  you’re offering, who am I to reject then, my love?”

[themindofachronicdaydreamer]

Suites & Sweets

freshman year at Jujutsu University Tokyo seems like it will be uneventful. and, well, that's true... until you meet the boys in the suite across the hall, and one in particular piques your interest.

satoru gojo x reader | jjk college au | no curse au | fem! reader | fluff, angst, & slow burn | SMAU & writing <3

introduction | previous | next *this chapter contains smut ;) dirty talk, oral (both m and f receiving), p in v sex*

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The bass vibrates through the floor, rattling your bones as the neon lights flicker in sync with the beat. You're dancing with your friends, and right now, life couldn't be better. Bodies press together, the air thick with heat and the scent of overpriced drinks. You sway, the liquor making everything feel a little lighter, a little less real.

"Angel, you're killing me."

Satoru’s voice is warm against your ear, half-laughing, half-breathless, as his fingers graze the small of your back. The nickname, the way he says it, sends a slow shiver down your spine. You turn to face him, heart thudding in time with the bass, the neon glow casting shifting shades of blue and violet over his sharp features.

He looks good - too good, really, in his usual effortless way. White hair messy like he’s been running his hands through it all night, pupils blown wide, lips parted like he has something else to say but wants you to speak first.

The way his eyes lock onto yours makes the crowd feel like a distant hum, the music fading into the background as you stand there, caught in the pull between your own uncertainty and the tension hanging between you. His gaze drifts lower, lingering for a moment longer than necessary on your lips before meeting your eyes again.

You take a step closer, your breath catching as you feel the heat of his body against yours. The smile playing at the corners of his lips tells you he knows exactly what he's doing. "What?" you ask, voice teasing but laced with a bit of vulnerability that you can’t quite hide.

Satoru’s hand moves to your waist, fingers grazing just below the edge of your shirt. "You always look like you’re about to say something," he murmurs, his voice low, almost as if he's trying to coax something out of you. "But you never do."

You swallow hard, a strange mixture of excitement and nerves settling in your chest. You want to say something - want to finally lay everything out there, make it real between you two. But the words are stuck, caught in a web of what-ifs and could-bes.

Suddenly, you hear Mei's voice call your name from behind, and a hand grab your arm. "Let's play Pong! C'mon, you promised me!" she slurs, and you're being pulled away from your devilish counterpart before you can even realize.

You glance back at Satoru over your shoulder, catching the glint in his eyes as he watches you, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. His lips curl into a soft, almost wistful smile, but his eyes linger on you, like he's waiting for you to come back, to finish what was left hanging in the air between you two.

You take your place at the table, joining Mei’s team against Shoko and Utahime. As the game begins, you start to lose yourself in the fun, teasing Mei about her questionable aim while throwing playful jabs at the other players. But despite the laughter and the friendly competition, your thoughts still dart back to Satoru.

You can feel his presence across the room, like a magnetic pull you can’t escape. Every time you catch a glimpse of him, standing there leaning casually against the bar, your heart does a little flip. He’s watching you. You can tell. The way his eyes flicker with that knowing look, the way he watches your every move, it makes something inside you tighten.

The game is nearing its end when you throw a perfect shot, sinking the ball into one of the cups with ease. You grin triumphantly, only to hear Mei groan beside you. “That’s what I’m talking about!” she cheers, and you bask in the moment.

You laugh, basking in your victory as Mei gives you a playful shove. "The legend herself, ladies and gentlewomen!" she jokes, her words a bit slurred but filled with genuine admiration. Shoko and Utahime groan dramatically, pretending to be offended at the loss, but the atmosphere is light and full of easy laughter.

But your gaze drifts back to the bar, where Satoru talks to Toji and Suguru, and blue eyes are fixated on you. You catch the smirk tugging at his lips, and your heart beats a little faster. It's almost like he knows exactly what you're feeling, like he's waiting for you to make the next move. The thought makes your cheeks warm, but you don’t look away.

You meet his gaze without hesitation, the intensity between you two suddenly becoming undeniable. His smirk deepens, like he’s savoring the moment, watching you across the room with that familiar, cocky confidence. You can tell he's aware of the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air between you two, and something in his posture relaxes, like he's content to let you figure it out on your own.

But you're done with playing games, because suddenly, this fraternity is the last place you want to be.

You turn back to the table, your friends still joking around, but your focus shifts. Mei's cheer fades into the background as your mind races, the weight of your feelings pressing down. You know you can’t just keep avoiding the inevitable.

“I’m going to go talk to him,” you announce suddenly without any other explanation, surprising even yourself with the firmness in your voice. You don’t give the girls a chance to react as you push through the crowd.

The rhythm of your heartbeat matches the pounding bass beneath your feet, quickening as you approach him. The crowd blurs away, and you find yourself navigating through the neon haze with a single thought in mind: no more hesitation. You push forward, each step bringing you closer to Satoru, the space between you shrinking with every passing moment.

"Will you go outside with me?" you ask once you approach him. "I need some air."

Satoru’s eyebrow arches, his gaze flickering with surprise before he nods, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. "Of course, angel," he says, his voice low and teasing, but there’s a softness in the way he says it that makes your heart race a little faster. Without hesitation, he steps away from the bar, his hand finding the small of your back again as he gently guides you toward the exit.

The cool night air hits you both like a rush of clarity as soon as you step outside. The frat house's noise is swallowed by the streets, the quiet of the night a stark contrast to the pulsating music and energy inside. The only sounds are the distant hum of cars and the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. You stand there for a moment, letting the coolness settle into your skin, the nervous flutter in your chest only growing stronger now that you're outside, alone with him.

Satoru leans casually against the brick wall of the building, his arms crossing loosely in front of him as he watches you. "So," he says, his tone more serious than it’s been all night, "What’s going on, huh? You’re not the type to just drag me out here without a reason."

You feel a mixture of vulnerability and certainty rise in your chest. You’ve danced around this for so long - avoided it, questioned it, even tried to suppress it. This might be harder than you thought.

You take a deep breath, the cool air filling your lungs as you step a little closer to him, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down. The words are almost there, hanging on the tip of your tongue. You meet his gaze, feeling that familiar intensity between you two, like a spark waiting to ignite.

"I…" you start, but the words falter for a second. It's been so long coming, this moment, but still, you're not sure how to say it without all the unspoken things flooding your mind. You shake your head slightly, trying to push the hesitation away. "Sorry, this is difficult for me."

"Hm?" Satoru hums, moving closer to you as his face twists into one of concern. "Why? What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing," you say shaking your head. "Everything's perfect, actually."

Satoru’s eyes soften as he steps even closer, his presence pulling you in like gravity. He studies your face, the curve of your lips, the way your eyes dance with something between excitement and uncertainty. He knows you almost better than anyone at this point, and yet, this moment feels new, filled with an intensity that both scares and excites you.

He lifts a hand to gently touch your chin, tilting your head just slightly as if to say, Look at me. Trust me. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, just enough to make your pulse hitch. “If everything’s perfect,” he murmurs, his voice low and velvety, “then why do you look like you're holding something back?”

You swallow, feeling the heat rising in your chest. There’s no more room for doubt, no more hiding behind the layers of playful teasing and casual glances. You’ve been running from this for long enough, and now there’s nowhere left to hide. The world around you feels distant, like the only thing that matters is the space between you and Satoru.

“I think I'm ready, Satoru,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. “For us. I want to be with you.”

Satoru’s breath catches, and for a moment, everything stills. The world seems to hold its breath along with you, as if the air itself is suspended in the gravity of your words. He doesn’t say anything right away, but his gaze never leaves yours, deep and searching, as if he’s trying to read every inch of your soul, to make sure you mean it.

Then, just as suddenly, that familiar smirk reappears on his lips, softer, warmer, like a sunrise breaking through the haze. He steps closer until there’s barely any space between you, his chest brushing lightly against yours. The warmth of his body sends a jolt of electricity through you, and the gentle breeze swirling around you feels like a distant echo compared to the fire building between you two.

Satoru lifts his hand again, this time cupping your cheek gently, his thumb grazing over your skin in a slow, almost reverent motion. His eyes flicker to your lips, and that familiar tension tightens once more. “You’re ready?” he asks, his voice softer now, more intimate, and the words carry more weight than you realize.

You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from his. The rawness in your chest, the vulnerability, it’s all there, exposed and unguarded. But it doesn’t feel scary, not with him.

He leans in slowly, his forehead resting against yours for just a moment, grounding you both in the quiet of the night. His breath mingles with yours, soft and steady. “Fuck, you don't know how long I've been wanting to hear that,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks.

"Hm?" you hum, and you're unsure if the tingly feeling in your body is from the alcohol or his touch. "How long?"

"Since the moment I first saw you," Satoru says, eyes turning a deeper shade of blue than you've ever seen from him. "It's all I've ever wanted, really."

"Then show me," you dare him.

His lips hover above yours, breath hot against your skin. You tilt your head up slightly, meeting him halfway, and that’s all the permission he needs.

The kiss is gentle at first, a tender exploration of softness and warmth. His lips press against yours with a careful intensity, as if he’s afraid to break the fragile thread of connection between you two. The world around you fades, the only reality now the feel of his lips moving against yours, the gentle pressure of his hand on your cheek, the slow rhythm of your heartbeat syncing with his.

Then, slowly, the kiss deepens, and everything inside you shifts. You can feel the weight of every moment that led to this, the teasing, the endless conversations, the quiet understanding that’s always existed between you two. The kiss turns passionate, urgent, as if both of you have been waiting for this for far too long to hold back any longer.

Satoru pulls you closer, his hands threading into your hair, his fingers gently tugging you even closer to him, as though he can’t get enough. You let yourself melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingers threading through his messy hair, feeling the wild, unrestrained connection between you two.

Your heart races, every nerve in your body alive and electric, as his hands travel down your back, pulling you even closer, as if trying to bridge the small gap between your bodies. There’s nothing in the world but him, nothing but the way his lips move against yours, the way his breath catches in the cool night air, the way you feel his heart pounding just as fast as yours.

He pulls back for just a breath, his lips hovering over yours, his forehead resting against yours again as he pants softly.

"I don't wanna go back to the party," you say, looking up at Satoru through your lashes.

He chuckles. "Why not?"

"I dunno," you smirk. "Kinda wanna get out of here. Anyone you know who'd go back with me?"

Satoru’s chuckle deepens, a low, throaty sound that vibrates against your skin. His eyes darken with a playful glint, but there's a genuine warmth there that makes your chest tighten. “I think I know a guy,” he says, voice dripping with teasing confidence, as if he’s already got plans, as if he's already made up his mind. His lips curl into that familiar smirk, the one that never fails to make your heart skip a beat.

Before you can respond, he leans in again, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s full of promise - gentle but insistent, like he’s marking this moment as his. Your hands slide into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body, and your mind whirls with the need to be closer, to erase the distance between you.

When you pull back, breathless, your eyes lock onto his, and you see something there, something deeper than the playful banter that’s usually between you two. There’s raw sincerity in his gaze, and it makes your heart beat faster.

Satoru chuckles, a low, warm sound that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand slides around your waist, pulling you even closer. "You're dangerous, you know that?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. There's no teasing in his voice now - just a softness, an intensity that makes your heart race.

"You've known that since the moment you met me," you reply with a playful smirk, but there's an undeniable edge of seriousness in your words. Everything feels charged between you two, like the moment is hanging by the thinnest thread, ready to unravel into something more.

Satoru pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes soft but full of fire. "Maybe you’ve got a point." His thumb brushes across your lips, the action slow and deliberate. "But if you really want to leave, we can. Anywhere you want to go, angel." His words hang in the cool night air, offering you something more than just an escape from the party. It’s an invitation to something deeper, something entirely yours.

You hesitate, the decision pressing down on you, but it feels like the weight of everything - your feelings for him, the unspoken tension, the pull that’s been there for so long - finally has a direction. You don’t want to go back inside, back to the noise and the chaos. Not when you’ve finally found this moment with him.

You take a deep breath, letting it settle into your chest as you look up at Satoru, your hand finding his. “Let’s get out of here,” you say softly, but there’s an undeniable certainty in your voice.

His smirk widens, and he nods, giving you a look that promises everything and nothing all at once. "As you wish."

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Satoru barely has his suite door open before his lips are back on yours. In one swift movement, he hoists you up and wraps your legs around his waist, pushing your back against the door. You respond instantly, hands roaming over his shoulders, down his chest, pulling him tighter as you deepen the kiss. His lips are insistent, hungry, and you can’t get enough of it all.

His mouth detaches from yours, moving to your neck. He sucks on the soft skin, nipping at the sensitive area. A shiver runs down your spine as his lips leave a wet trail, the sensation sending waves of heat rushing down your body. You tilt your head back, giving him more access, your fingers threading into his hair as you gasp, the feeling of his lips on your skin overwhelming in the best way possible. He lingers over your pulse point, kissing and sucking hungrily.

The moment is intoxicating, the air thick with heat and desire as you lose yourself in his touch. His hands endeavor on a slow, deliberate exploration of you, sending waves of want racing through you with every move. You feel your heart pounding in your chest, every beat syncing with the rhythm of his hands and lips.

Satoru's mouth grows more urgent, as if he's unable to hold back any longer, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin as he shifts to your collarbone. His fingers dip lower, brushing the waistband of your pants, sending a wave of warmth in between your legs. You grind your hips against him in response, and he groans as he abandons your neck for your lips once more, even more aggressive than before.

Suddenly, he pulls back, tone serious as he looks in your eyes and asks, "You're sure about this, sweets?"

"Yes. I'm sure," you say without hesitation, and Satoru doesn't waste a second to carry you into his bedroom, locking the door behind him as you unbutton his shirt. You pull the straps of the wings you're wearing off of your back, abandoning the prop to the hallway, and with it removing yourself from the angel status you had adorned for the night.

He all but throws you onto his bed, eyes hungry as he looks down at you and tosses his shirt across the room. With you laying on his sheets, Satoru leans over you, his hands caging your head as he lowers his lips to yours - but this time slower and more deliberate. His kiss is deep, almost reverent, as if savoring this moment. You respond with equal intensity, your hands tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath your fingertips.

"You’re so fucking beautiful," he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with desire. His hands slide down your sides, making your breath hitch as he brushes over your skin.

He follows the trail of his hands, his touch reaching your bare skin as his fingers curl around the edge of your dress. He lifts the hem to see your red, lace panties with a cute black bow in the middle.

"Fuck, baby," he growls at the sight, tugging at the thin fabric. "Thought I was s'posed to be the devil tonight. Really gotta steal my thunder?"

You meet his gaze, eyes dark and filled with a mixture of mischief and something deeper. "You don't mind, do you?" you tease, your voice barely above a whisper, the playful tone covering the ache that’s building inside you.

Satoru’s smirk returns, but this time, there's a hint of something more primal in his eyes. His gaze locks onto yours, burning with intensity, before he responds in a low growl, “Not at all.”

His lips find your neck once more, this time with more urgency and need, and your body responds in kind. The heat between you both grows, swirling like an unstoppable storm. His hands work quickly, but gently, as he eases the lace from your hips, the fabric slipping from your body making you all the more needy.

Satoru puts his hands on the insides of your knees, spreading them just enough so he can get a good look at your glistening folds. An almost guttural moan escapes from deep in his chest as he commits the view to memory - your dripping cunt, so aroused that you're leaking everywhere.

"Fuck," he says, leaning close enough to your dripping core that you can feel his breath on you. He dips a finger into your slit, the wetness covering his finger in a slimy sheen, and you whine at the touch. "So wet f'me, hm? Sensitive, too."

Your back arches in desperation, trying anything to get closer to his touch as he gently toys with your pussy. He's right - you are so sensitive. You've imagined this moment so many times, even dreamed about it, but it actually happening is an entirely different story, and your senses are on high alert.

"Mm," he hums. "Needy girl. Want me to help you, baby?" You nod, but he shakes his head. "Use your words, angel."

"Please, Toru," you whine, and as pathetic as your neediness makes you, you don't care in the moment.

You watch his face dive into where you need him most and instinctively tangle your hands in messy white hair. You take the devil horns he's still wearing, tearing them from his head and tossing them away.

He chuckles as he licks a long stripe up your slit, taking his time before landing on your bundle of nerves, and the pleasure overwhelms you. He groans with his mouth against your pussy, inserting one of his fingers into your wet hole, your natural lubricant allowing them to slip in smoothly. "Tastes s'good," he practically sings against you. "So sweet."

"Fuck," you moan against him, throwing your head back at the vibrations from his voice. Your back arches into his mouth trying to get his fingers deeper inside you, so desperate for more.

At your whining, Satoru inserts another digit. He curls them inside you to hit the spongy spot deep inside you so perfectly. At the same time, he's suckling at your clit, tongue warm and wet against the bud. With his free hand, he pulls you even closer to him, and you practically see stars with how deeply his fingers are pumping in and out of you.

"T-Toru!" you shout, and he takes that as a sign to slip a third finger in as he continues to flick his tongue back and forth. Your hand tugs at the strands of hair in your grasp, pushing him even closer to you. The squelching noises from his fingers going in and out of you get louder and louder, making your toes curl. His fingers are abusing your cunt, lips wrapping around his knuckles with every time he drives them in.

"S'close, Toru," you manage to say. Your entire body feels like it's melting, the combination of his fingers and tongue dissolving you into putty. You're not sure how he brought you to this point so quickly, but you're not one to complain about it.

Satoru takes his mouth from your clit, backing away to look in your eyes at your face twisted in pleasure. "Come f'me, baby. Let go."

With his permission, you let go. He feels your walls twitch around his fingers as you ride out your high, your pussy leaking with all of your juices. Your moans sound pornographic as your body climaxes with pleasure, and Satoru's dick twitches in his pants at the sounds you're making.

When he's sure you've finished, he drags his fingers out of your sticky cunt, putting them in his mouth and sucking you off of them. "Mmm. So fucking sweet. Like candy," he groans, lifting your thighs off of his shoulders to move closer to you. Once again, you're caged by Satoru, your glassy doe eyes staring up at his cerulean ones. "Here, try how sweet you taste. Open up."

You do as told, opening your mouth and letting him stick his fingers in your mouth, your tastebuds sensing the flavor of your release. His fingers reach the back of your throat, and you circle your tongue around them, sucking at his pruney digits. His eyes are dark as he watches you, eyes never leaving your mouth. A shimmering thread of saliva clings between you, breaking slowly as he withdraws his fingers.

"Good girl. Now, let’s see how much more you can take, yeah?" he says, voice gruff and raw.

You smirk, finally having regained enough of your senses now. You push yourself up, pushing Satoru's shoulder so he lays flat on his back. You crawl over top of him and say, "I can handle more than you think, y'know."

Satoru's eyes darken as you slowly unbutton his pants, revealing his impressive length. He helps you pull the black slacks down along with his boxers, freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. "Let's test that, then."

It's even bigger than you thought from the glimpses of it's imprint on his sweatpants or the feeling underneath when you've sat on his lap. In front of you, standing tall and thick, veins pulsing with need, it's intimidating. You reach out a hand to touch it, feeling the warmth and silkiness of it's soft skin in your palm.

Satoru watches you touch him with an arm bent, palm resting on the back of his head and keeping his head up. He groans at the contact, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Fuck, baby," he growls, his voice husky with desire. Satoru lets out a shaky exhale, his head tipping back slightly before his gaze locks back onto yours, filled with something dark and insatiable.

His hand wraps around yours, guiding your touch along his length, letting you feel just how hard he is for you. His lips part as he watches you, his breathing uneven. You rub your thumb over his tip, watching as his dick twitches in your hold, his breath catching with the motion.

"Look what you do to me, angel," he rasps, voice thick with need. "Bet that pretty little mouth of yours would feel so good around me."

You grin up at him, your eyes filled with challenge. "We'll see about that."

You lick your lips slowly, taking your time as you wrap your hand around his cock, stroking him slowly. He groans, hips jerking forward, and you smirk, knowing you have him right where you want him. You lean in, your lips brushing against the head of his cock before you take him into your mouth, sucking gently at first, getting used to the taste and size. He's so big, and you're unsure if he can fully fit in your mouth, but you've never been one to back down from a challenge.

He groans, hands fisting in your hair as you take more of him in, bobbing your head up and down on his cock as you get adjusted. His hips move in time with your motions, his cock sliding in and out of your throat as you begin to deepthroat him.

"F-Fuck," he stutters as you start to speed up. "So fuckin' hot."

You feel him swell, filling you up completely, and you moan around him, eyes meeting his as you look up at him, challenging him to last.

"You look s'pretty like this, baby," he coos, voice a little slurred from the pleasure he's feeling.

You bob your head faster and faster, taking him in as much as you can. He growls, his hips moving faster, harder, as he fucks your mouth. His hand tightens in your hair, pulling you closer to him as he thrusts into your throat, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust.

"Fuck- m’gonna fill your mouth up so good, baby- fuckin’ take it-" he moans. You gag, eyes watering, but you don't stop, instead sucking harder, taking as much of him in as you physically can, and then some. You twirl your tongue around him, sucking at the skin, choking on his dick to the point you're struggling to breathe, but you don't even care.

"Shit- mm, yeah, baby. Just like tha- fuck!" he cries, thrusting harder into your mouth. "So fuckin- ah - hot!"

You bob your head faster, working in rhythm with his hips as you take him. His eyelids are hooded as he tries to watch you, but the pleasure is just so much for him. All of the times he thought of you late at night and pretended his hand was yours were nothing compared to this - and this is just head?

"S'close, shit. Don't- mm - don't slow down," he says, placing his free hand on your head, helping you keep pace with him.

You make eye contact with him, looking at him through your lashes, swollen lips around his fat cock, and that's what finally gets him. His breath hitches, and you feel him pulsing in your mouth, cum spurting down your throat as he cries out your name. The taste of him is sweet on your tongue as you swallow it, sugary like a bag of candy.

You give his dick one last suck for good luck, then take him out of your mouth. Satoru's chest heaves as he catches his breath, his eyes still glazed over from the intense pleasure he just experienced. He's still looking at you, his gaze intense and almost primal, as if he's trying to burn the image of you with his cock in your mouth into his memory forever.

You sit up, your back arching as you try to catch your breath. Your eyes are still glassy from the orgasm you had earlier, and your mouth is wet from sucking his cock. Still, his fingers are in your hair, and his hand is on your head, guiding you as you pull away from his cock. You look at him, your gaze meeting his, and you can see the hunger in his eyes.

"Fuck, you're makin' me lose my mind," Satoru groans, reaching for the strap of your dress. "Lemme take this off f'ya, mkay?"

You lift your arm so he can slip the dress over your head, tossing it to the side away from the bed. Your lacy red bra, matching the panties he saw earlier, cup your boobs perfectly. He'd obviously looked at your cleavage before, especially tonight, but now, he's practically drooling at the sight of them.

Satoru pauses for a moment, his gaze shifting from your bra to your eyes, his breath hitching as he takes in the sight of you. He bites his lip, an almost animalistic glint in his eyes, before he leans in, voice dropping low with desire.

“God, you're perfect," he mutters, his fingers gently grazing the lace, as if he’s savoring the moment. “Can't get enough of you. You're driving me fuckin' insane.”

His hands move with a slow, deliberate pace, undoing the clasp of your bra as his gaze remains locked on you, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. He leans in close, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of your neck before whispering in your ear, “You’ve got no idea what you do to me.”

His lips still on your neck, he lightly suckles as he wraps his arms around your torso to the clasp of your bra. In one motion, it's halfway across the room, and he's making his way down your collarbone.

He takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it sloppily as he massages the other with his hand. You let out a soft moan, your back arching as Satoru continues to suck and lick at your nipples. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve and dip as if he's trying to memorize you. You can feel his erection growing against your thigh, and you can't help but grind against him, wanting more.

"Still so needy? How cute," he coos, switching which breast he's sucking on. "So desperate f'me."

"Need you in me, Toru," you whimper needily.

A smug smirk forms on Satoru's face, the plead giving his dick it's own heartbeat. A hand moves to your head and plucks the headband you forgot you have on. "Better take the halo off, then, hm?"

You take it from his hands and throw it to the side with the rest of your discarded clothes. "Oops!"

Before you even know it, Satoru has flipped you around pressed your hand onto the pillow, your back arched a pressed against his hard cock.

"How d'ya want it, huh?" he huffs into your ear. "Slow?" His hand reaches your folds, smacking your cunt, the unexpectedness of it making you jump.. "Soft?" He slips two fingers inside you, curling them right where he knows you're the most sensitive. He pumps them in and out and a loud moan escapes you as you move with them. "You're actin' like a lil' devil, huh? So greedy. Guessin' you'll want it rough, hm?"

You look back at him with a pleasured look, face half-smushed into the pillow. Trying your hardest to think straight, you smirk back at him and say, "M-make me scream your name."

Lust flood his eyes, becoming less of a sky blue and more of a stormy sea, and after a few pumps of his throbbing cock, he lines up with the entrance he had for dessert earlier. He moves it up and down your slit, teasing you as he puts just the tip in. He moves it in and out, up and down your soaking cunt.

"More, please," you cry, the teasing not enough for you.

"Well, since you asked so nicely!" exclaims the man from behind. In one swift movement, he pushes his dick into your sopping cunt, slowly pushing it in as your walls adjust to his size. Satoru's eyes widen as he feels your walls clench around him, the sensation almost too much for him to handle. He grits his teeth, trying to maintain control as he slowly begins to move in and out of you, the sound of your moans and the wetness of your pussy driving him crazy.

"F-fuck, baby," he struggles out. "So t-hnn - tight."

"So b-mph! - big!" you moan at the foreign feeling.

"Mhm," he hums. "More where tha' came from." He thrusts his hips forward, pushing the second half of his length into you. You hiss as the pressure deep inside you fills you completely. Satoru bends down, one hand on the side of you and another on your tit, putting his lips on your neck as he gives you as second to get used to his sheer size. He kisses up to your ear and asks, "Ready, angel?"

You nod, and Satoru presses a quick kiss to the side of your mouth before thrusting his dick in and out of you. His hips stutter for a moment at how overwhelming the feeling of you is, but it only takes a second for him to recover and find his pace. His cock hits every right spot as he begins to fuck you from behind. The sounds of him so deep inside you is like a drug to you, his hand on your tit roughly toying with your nipple only adding to the high.

"F-feels so-fuck- so fuckin' good, m'baby," he slurs. "Takin' my cock like- mph - like a good girl."

"Ahh- fuck- r-right there-" you whine, the squelching of you moving in sync with one another turning you on even more.

He's smirking, chuckling, whispering "Damn, baby, y-you sound so pretty for me," he rasps right against your ear just to hear you moan even louder. "Yeah- nngh - fuckin’ take it- ahh!" As he starts to quicken his pace, he throws his head back and wails loudly. "Haaah- gonna fuckin’ ruin you- fuck!"

"S-Satoru- ahh-" you yelp. His name falls from your lips again in between wrecked moans, his hips rocking into you at a demanding pace. The warm, shaky breath at your ear hitches as he hears you cry out his name, and he fucking growls at how fucking hot you are.

"Bet if I put my hand right here-" he pants, and his hand that once teased your nipple moves to your stomach, "-I’d feel myself wreckin’ you from the inside, huh?"

He presses down, and you feel him grin against you as you whine. His thrusts are intentional as he feels for himself on the other side. He laughs breathily at the confirmation from the bulge in your belly, making you whimper. "Aww, poor thing," he coos. "Thought you were t-tough? Th-thought you could handle me? Yeah? Then- shit - why the fuck are you whimpering like this?"

His hand leaves your stomach as he pulls back, grabbing your hips with such force you just know you'll have marks there in the morning. He pulls you up against him, never slowing down his pace, ramming into you without any mercy.

"Look at that, fuckin’ takin’ me so deep- so fuckin' hot," he barks, smacking your ass with his palm. You yelp and jump away from him on instinct, and he laughs, pulling you back close to him. His hand massages the fat of your ass, gripping it with no remorse, nails digging into the plush skin. "You w-wanted it rough, yeah? Then take it."

His hand meets the round of your ass once more, and he groans as he feels you twitch around him. "Tell me how bad you want it, sweets - c’mon, let me hear that pretty mouth."

"Ugh- hah, so good- so f-fucking good," you whimper, face flushed and twisted in pleasure.

Just the sound of you being so responsive to him is enough to make him go absolutely feral.

The hands on your hips flip you onto your back, throwing your legs over his shoulders like earlier. He wraps his hand around your neck and uses you to support his weight, the other hand palming your tit once more. Satoru lines his cock up with your entrance, rubbing circles at your clit before finally diving back into you.

Quickly, he's back at his intense pace. His abs are glistening with sweat, and at the new angle, you can ogle him all you want as his dick hits your cervix again and again. You reach your hands up to grab his shoulders, giving you an outlet to dig your nails into his back, an aid for the immense pressure you feel from your core. His eyes are wide as they watch you, in tune with every little reaction he gets out of you. Every gasp, every moan - he sees it all.

"Hnn, look at you - fuckin’ ruined, all because of me. F-feels good, huh?" he teases, his words mixing together with how euphoric everything feels. He truly thinks your pussy might be his favorite drug. "Fuck- hah, look at you. You’re takin’ it so well- nrgh- almost like you were made for me."

You cry as his hand leaves your tit and hovers at your swollen clit. You try to say his name, but it comes out more as broken cries. The heat at your core is growing and growing, leading you closer to your peak. Satoru's well aware - you're practically convulsing around him.

"Nngh- shit! T-tell me, baby-tell me who you belong to," he says with hooded eyes.

"You," you wail. "A-all yours."

"N-not good enough, baby," he teases, drilling into you. "Gotta h-hear you scream my name, r'member?"

"Toru!" you shout, loud enough you assume the entire building will hear through the dormitory's thin walls. You’re a crying, moaning, incoherent mess, clinging onto him for dear life as you're being fucked ruthlessly into his mattress. You're so close to falling apart. "Yours, Toru!"

"I'm- ngh - I'm seein' the pearly gates, angel- mm - fuck," he groans. "This what heaven's like?"

"S'close," you manage to say, and you feel Satoru's pace become faster, harder as he rams into you. His hand on your neck tightens, making you all the more sensitive to every touch.

"Mmph- love the way you sound- shit- love the way you- you break for me, baby," he spits, voice low and rough. "Where d'ya want me?"

“I-inside,” you tell him, your pussy desperately throbbing, begging for release. “Please.”

“As you wish, angel,” he says, rubbing at your sensitive bundle of nerves, pace more and more erratic. “C-come w’me, 'kay? Lemme watch you.”

Satoru’s fingers work their magic on your clit, and you feel the tension building to an unbearable peak. Your body trembles, and you let out a cry as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your walls tighten around him as your nails draw blood from his back, pulling him deeper as he groans in response.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growls, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more erratic. “So good f'me.”

His words are like a trigger for you. A wave of warmth floods your senses, vision going spotty as you reach the most intense orgasm of your life. A wave of pure pleasure wipes over your body and mind as Satoru fucks you stupid. You’re lost in the sensation, barely aware of anything but the overwhelming ecstasy. The grip on your neck tightens just enough to make your head spin, and with a final thrust, Satoru spills inside you with a moan from deep inside him, raw and raspy and utterly pussydrunk.

Once he's drained himself, he collapses onto you, both of you panting heavily as you come down from the high. His lips find yours in a lazy kiss, and you can’t help but smile against his mouth. The room is quiet, save for the soft rustling of sheets and the faint hum of the air conditioning. The weight of the moment hangs in the air - so much has been said, so much has been shared, and now, after all the intensity, there’s a lull in the atmosphere.

Satoru’s breathing is slow, deep, as his fingers trail lazily up and down the valley between your breasts, the touch almost absentminded. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, pulling you close to him as his body relaxes into the bed.

You lay against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It’s steady now, calm. The rapid pace from earlier replaced by a slow, comforting rhythm. His arm wraps around you protectively, his hand gently rubbing up and down your arm. His fingers glide over your skin, tracing invisible patterns as if grounding you both in this shared, intimate space.

"Hey," Satoru whispers softly, voice just above a murmur. "You okay?"

You nod, pressing your cheek against his bare chest. There’s a softness to your eyes that matches his own, a shared moment of peace in the aftermath. “Yeah, just… catching my breath."

He smirks. "Does that mean it was worth the wait?"

You laugh softly, the sound a little breathless but full of affection. “I think you know the answer to that.”

Satoru’s hand stills for a moment, his chest rumbling with a low chuckle. He tilts his head back slightly to get a better look at your face, his eyes soft yet filled with mischief. “Oh, I do, but I just wanted to hear you say it.”

You roll your eyes, playfully nudging him with your elbow. "I guess it was worth it."

"I knew it!" Satoru’s goofy grin appears, lighting up his face as he shifts slightly, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you. “You’re sure you're okay? I didn’t break you, did I?” he teases, his voice a playful mix of concern and mischief. He runs a finger gently over your cheek, like he’s inspecting you for any signs of damage.

You can’t help but chuckle at his antics, shaking your head. “I’m fine, Toru. I’m more than fine,” you reply, voice laced with the exhaustion of everything that just happened, but also with a warmth you can’t hide.

He raises an eyebrow, as if he’s considering your words, then nods seriously - too seriously, almost. “You’re lucky,” he says with a dramatic sigh, his hand going to his chest in mock heartache. “I was this close to making you into a puddle, but you somehow survived. Good job, baby. You get a gold star.” He gives a playful salute before flopping back down beside you, pulling the blankets up to his chin.

You snort, rolling your eyes at his antics. “Gold star, huh? I don’t know if I can handle that level of praise.”

He turns his head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You should’ve seen how I was looking at you when you were takin' me from the back, though,” he says, nudging you with his shoulder. “Like a hungry lion eyeing a steak.” He pauses, his grin widening. “A really delicious steak. Mmm, steak.”

It’s almost too easy to laugh at his nonsense. You nudge him back, the playful energy between you both almost palpable as he keeps joking. "Steak, huh? You might just have a thing for food more than you do for me," you tease, smiling as you lift your head slightly, catching a glimpse of his exaggerated, pouty expression.

“Oh, don't even,” Satoru huffs, though the grin doesn’t leave his face. “I’m just saying, you’re the best thing on the menu. Can't deny that.” His finger taps your nose, almost like a silent promise. “You’ve been top-tier since I first saw you. But I can’t be the only one with taste around here.”

You chuckle, the back-and-forth banter still light, even after everything. But beneath the playful jabs, there’s a deeper warmth that settles in your chest. You’re not sure where it came from - whether it’s the raw vulnerability you shared earlier or the gentle way he’s holding you, or maybe it’s all of it - but whatever it is, it feels like the most solid thing you’ve experienced in a while.

"Let's get us cleaned up," Satoru smiles.

You nod, still feeling the warmth between you two, a quiet understanding lingering in the air. Satoru’s hand gently slides down your arm, his thumb grazing your skin in a way that makes the moment feel even more intimate, even in its casualness.

"Yeah, probably a good idea," you say, but your voice is a little softer now, the playful edge fading as you shift to sit up. The sheets rustle beneath you, the coolness of the air conditioning kissing your bare skin. You feel a strange mix of contentment and peace, as if the world outside this moment doesn’t even exist.

It's just you and him, right here, right now, and you couldn't be any happier.

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These Violent Delights

Chapter 23 - Cradled In Love

Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 12k words. Omega is sick and Price and Simon have feelings. Honestly this chapter could have been way longer then 12k.

CW: +18 content MDNI. a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (heat, knotting, rut, nesting), sex, rough sex, scratching, biting, blood, choking, mastabation, oral (F receiving), PiV sex, knotting, medical stuff, sick omega, thunderstorm, nightmare, assault, night terror, sedation, torture, hurt/comfort, medical examinations.

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You’re back in the bunker. It’s different though, it’s not the Professor who comes into the room, it’s Dr. Miller. He’s dragging someone in. The lights come on making you squeeze your eyes closed for a second. There’s grunting and moaning, and you look up. Whoever it is has a cover over their head. He’s trying to fight though, even with his hands and legs bound. 

You try to stand up but you can’t. You look down to see that there’s a restraint round your ankle though it’s only short, keeping you locked in the corner. The Professor walks in next. He looks at you, coming over. He reaches down gripping your chin, pulling your face up to look at him.

“Found one of your would-be rescuers.” His grip hurts. He moves your head so you can see Dr. Miller strapping the person into the chair. The cover is ripped off his head. It’s Kyle, his head bleeding, one of his eyes swollen. He has tape over his mouth. 

“Kyle no!” you cry out. His head snaps to you, and he blinks a few times, his arms and legs pulling at the chair. 

“This is your fault, you know!” Hale snaps, pulling your head uncomfortably. “You fucking deserve everything that happens. When he’s screaming for his life, you will remember you caused this.” 

He lets your head go. You pull on the restraints until your ankle is raw. 

“It’s okay,” Kyle says, smiling at you, but he sounds sad. Tears blur your vision. It’s not okay. This is all your fault. Dr. Miller steps back over to the chair with what look like pliers in his hands.

“Let's start with a favourite of mine.” He grabs one of Kyle's hands. 

“Please, Dr. Miller, please don’t hurt him!” you cry out. It comes out as a sob. He stops, looking over at you and laughing. He comes over to kneel down in front of you so his head is level with yours. 

“You’ll enjoy this. How long do you think he will last, huh? Four hours? Five?” He tips his head. Something inside you snaps. You don’t know what happens but before you can stop yourself you headbutt him. It makes him wobble and he falls backwards. All of the sudden there are no restraints. You jump on top of him and your hands lock around his throat as he struggles under your body. 

You press hard, your thumbs digging into the front of his neck. You squeeze as hard as you can even as your hands start to hurt. You don’t care, you’re going to kill him.

A crack of thunder snaps you out of your dream. You’re not sure what's going on. There’s someone slapping you, nails digging into your skin: Fleur. She’s fighting you and your hands are wrapped around her throat. 

You pull them away stumbling off the bed. Another crack of thunder makes you jump. You head for the door trying to regain your balance in the dark room. She’s coughing and wheezing.

You could have killed her. 

You continue looking for the door. 

“Wait!” she calls her voice hoarse. 

You could have killed her. 

Your head is pounding. You slam your body through the door stumbling out into the hall. Lightning flashes through the windows. You’re on the other side of the building, how did you get out without John realising? You grip onto the banister looking down to the ground floor. 

“Wait. It’s okay,” Fleur says. You turn to look at her rubbing her neck. Another door opens. Tears stream down your face as you start making your way over to the stairs.

“What’s going on?” Johnny asks. You don’t want to see him. You start trying to put distance between you all. Another crash of thunder makes you yelp. Why is it so loud?  

“She was choking me. I think she was having a nightmare,” Fleur says. 

There are more voices now, more people coming out of rooms. You just want to run. You see Simon with his mask. Piper pushes through them to go over to Fleur. 

“Get Price,” Simon orders. He turns to go over to Kyle’s room as Johnny sprints across the hall to John’s room. You let out a sob as you hit a wall. You sink down to your knees throwing your head in your hands. “Hey, she’s okay,” Piper says. You can hear her coming towards you, and then her cool hands land on your knees. 

“Go away!” you shout trying to pull yourself further into the corner. She backs up holding her hands up. 

“Okay, you’re okay,” she says. The next person you see is John. He comes over, kneeling down by you. 

“Don’t touch me!” you snap at him. You can't stop the sobs. It felt so real. The nightmares always feel so real. 

“What happened?” he asks. 

“She attacked Fleur,” Piper says. 

“She was shouting something about a Dr. Miller,” Fleur says.

You could have killed her. 

“Shit,” you hear John say. You look up at him. He stands back up. Another rumble of thunder makes you press your head back into your hands. 

“Do we have anything to help her?” John asks. He’s trying to keep his voice low but you can still hear him. 

“The pills aren't here yet. All I have are sedatives,” Piper says. That makes you sob again. They’re going to knock you out. Knock you out so you won’t hurt anyone. 

It's like the bunker all over again.

“What’s going on?” That’s Kyle’s voice. Your head snaps up. He’s alive, he’s safe. 

“Kyle!” you call, reaching out for him. He comes over immediately, pushing past everyone and bending down next to you. He wraps his arms around you and you sob into his chest. 

“He was going to torture you, kill you,” you say between breaths. 

“Who, love?” he asks, pressing a kiss on your head. 

“Dr. Miller and the Professor.” 

He sighs, rocking you in his arms.

“Shh, you’re okay. I’m here. You’re okay.” 

You grip him tight, worried that he’s going to disappear. People start to move as you let the scent of beta calm you down. John comes back to kneel in front of you. His fingers brush your face, and this time you let him touch you. 

He tips his head to the side. He looks sad. 

“Take her to bed,” John says, his hand leaving your face. Kyle scoops you up in his arms. You whimper against his chest as he carries you over to John's room.

“Kyle, will you stay?” you ask as he lowers you into the bed. 

“Of course. I’ll stay.” He crawls over you scooting in behind you, leaving space for John to get in the bed too. You turn toward him pressing yourself against his chest. 

“They’re dead. You know that right? They're never going to hurt you again.” 

You nod. “But what if something bad happens, Kyle? What if you get hurt?” 

“Nothing’s going to happen. We’re safe.” 

You let out a long breath. There's another clap of thunder. It makes you jump. 

“Easy, you’re okay. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere,” he says pulling you closer to his chest. You try to calm down and slow your breathing but it’s not helping. There’s too much going around in your head. 

You could have killed Fleur. 

The door to the room opens and John walks in followed by Piper. She comes to sit on the bed stroking your arm. Her hands are cold, they’re always cold. 

“Is she okay?” you ask. 

“She’s fine. A little bruised but she’s going to be okay.” 

“I could have killed her,” you say sniffling. 

“But you didn’t, and she doesn’t blame you.” 

“She should, it’s all my fault.” 

Piper lets out a sigh, her hand moving down to your hip. 

“I’m going to give you something to help you relax,” she says.

“I don’t want anything,” you say. 

“It’s okay. It will help you. You need to get some rest. The less you sleep the worse this could get,” she says. You can hear the sympathy in her voice. It’s almost like she wants this less than you. She rubs your waist, gently pushing the bottom of your shorts up. It seems like you don’t really have a choice. You look up at Kyle. 

“It’s going to be okay, we’re here for you,” he says. You can smell him projecting his scent into the air. You nod your head. Her fingers are replaced with something wet and then a sharp scratch.  

“Good girl,” she says getting up. You let out a long breath. This is just what they’re going to have to do now to stop you from hurting people. You hear John mumbling something to Piper before closing the door and climbing into bed behind you. He pulls the duvet up, wrapping his arms around you, pressing his chest against your back. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, closing your eyes. John presses a kiss on the back of your head.

“Nothing to be sorry about. You’re safe. Just rest.” His hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. It doesn’t take long before your body feels heavy and you relax between them, fighting to keep your eyes open. Each time you move, their hands stroke you, telling you it’s okay. It's not okay. You hurt someone. You try to fight the sleep pulling you under. You don’t want to dream again. 

…

Kyle looks up over at John. Even in the dark he can see the shine in John’s eyes. It's hard seeing you like this, so distressed and not in control. 

“She’ll be okay. She has us,” Kyle says, reaching over to brush John’s cheek. 

“She attacked someone,” John says. His voice is low but Kyle can hear the hurt behind it.

“She was dreaming. She didn’t know what she was doing,” Kyle says. He's trying to be reassuring but he’s not sure if it's helping or not. Kyle thinks for a second. So much has changed since Scotland: new people, new location. 

“She hasn’t built a nest yet,” Kyle says. “Do you think she feels unsafe?”

“I don’t know,” John says. Kyle looks back down at you. Your eyes are still puffy and red. 

“Me and Johnny could go out tomorrow to get her some blankets and pillows.” 

“Yeah, I think that's a good idea.”  

“She needs something from all of us too, to put in her nest like she did in America. I think that would help.” 

John nods. 

“Whatever she needs.” He kisses the top of your head again, wrapping his arm over to reach Kyle. “Anything she needs.” 

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You wake in John's arms. He pulls you further up his chest as you begin to stare. Kyle is gone. You still feel sleepy, like you could just go back to sleep for another 8 hours. John kisses the top of your head. 

“Where’s Kyle?” you ask, trying not to move too much. You just want to stay here laid in his arms.

“He had something to do. He’ll be back later,” John says. You turn to look up at him. There’s light coming in through curtains. It must be late in the morning. The perfect moment with John is broken by the memories of what happened last night. 

Your stomach sinks. Guilt builds up inside you. You break away from John, sitting up. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks sitting up too, his hand rubbing up your back. 

“I need to apologise to Fleur,” you say, picking at the skin around your fingers. He sighs. You’re not going to let him talk you out of anything. You need to do it now. 

“You don’t need to do anything until you’re ready.” John swings his legs out the bed and stands up. 

“I need to. I hurt her.” 

John’s fingers come to pull your chin up to look at him. “It’s not your fault.” 

You don’t believe him. 

…

The lab is cold. You don't think you like it here. You’re sick of labs, sick of the clinical white walls and sterilised surfaces. There's always a smell you can’t place, one that tickles the back of your throat and lingers on your clothes. 

You can smell Piper before you see her. Her mellow beta scent relaxes you as you get to the end of the hall into the main lab. John’s with you, his hand on the small of your back. You don’t know if you would be able to do this without him.  

Fleur has her back to you but Piper sits up when you turn the corner. You feel sick. You don’t know why you’re so nervous, but you want to just disappear. Fleur turns around and Piper stands. You swallow the nerves, taking a step forward. 

“Fleur.” Your mouth suddenly goes dry. She stands up. She looks sad, her brow creased. “I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.” It doesn’t sound like an apology but you don’t know what to say. You hurt her. You could have killed her. 

Sorry doesn’t feel like enough. 

Your eyes fall to her neck where you can see the bruising, and it makes you feel horrible. Tears build in your eyes. She takes a step towards you, and you’re frozen in place. 

You don’t know what you were expecting but she throws her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You look over at Piper, unsure what to do or what to say. You rest your hands on her back, your whole body tense. 

She breaks from the hug, resting her hands on your shoulders. “It’s not your fault. I don’t blame you,” she says. You look up at her, swallowing the tears. Hairs rise on the back of your neck. You’re not used to this kind of response. 

“I could have killed you,” you say. It’s almost a whisper. “I hurt you.” 

“I’m fine. I’ve been through worse.” 

You don’t know if you believe her but it makes you smile. Her hands drop from your shoulders and she takes a step back. You look over at Piper, then back to Fleur. 

“It won't happen again,” you say. John’s hand comes to rest on your back. You don’t know if you believe it but you want to. You have to do better. Fleur’s not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you ever again. 

“C’mon, let's get some breakfast,” John says. You nod watching Piper sit down. Fleur smiles at you and you smile back. 

…

After breakfast John leaves, saying he has to go do something. You end up in the living room in the chair next to the bookshelf with a stack of books on your knees. You can’t decide what you want to read, skimming through them until you find something you like. 

Apologising to Fleur feels like a weight lifted off your shoulders. The guilt feels washed away. It’s still your fault but there’s no guilt. Maybe this is what it's supposed to be like. It’s weird though. You’re used to everyone telling you it’s your fault. But you’re not in the bunker any more. 

The sun is setting when Johnny and Kyle walk through the doors, their arms filled with blankets and pillows. You frown at them, but then you remember. You haven’t made a nest yet. All you can think about is the nest in the house in Scotland. That's the only nest you care about. It feels wrong making a new one. 

You put the books down on the footrest and kick the blanket off. 

“Where do you want this then, lass?” Johnny asks. You walk over to them, running your hands over the fabric. 

“My room,” you say. You walk past them and they follow. You make it to your room to unlock the door before then can see. You need to start staying in here again, where you can lock yourself in and not worry about hurting anyone. They put the piles down on the bed. 

“Here.” Johnny hands you a shirt and one of Simon’s masks. “Don’t tell Simon I nicked this.” 

You smile at him. 

“I got you something too. And something from John,” Kyle says, handing you a hat and scarf. You recognise them both. They’re almost identical to the ones you took in America. You take them in your hands. You bring Simon’s mask up to your nose. It smells like him. 

You turn looking over at the piles of fluffy blankets and pillows. It’s perfect. It's what you need. 

“Thank you,” you say, turning to them. They smile and leave, closing the door behind them. You get to work moving the other bed in the room to press them together. You throw everything into the corner where the bed used to be. You work until it starts turning dark out and you’re getting tired. Someone comes to call you for dinner but you’re not hungry. You want to work until it’s perfect. 

It feels like you’ve been working on it for hours but you make it perfect, and with the things they’ve bought you it smells like a proper nest. You change into pajamas and get inside pulling the blankets over your head. You need to have a good night’s sleep in your nest. It's your safe space.

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You slept through the night with no dreams. No nightmares, nothing—just a deep peaceful sleep. Maybe they were right. Maybe you needed a nest to ground yourself. 

It’s when you leave your room that a pit forms in your stomach. Something is wrong. You can’t quite put your finger on it but something is different. It's almost like the air is different, something lingering making the place feel stuffy.

It feels like you’re floating as you make your way to the dining room. Your whole body feels heavy but relaxed at the same time. It's strange. Johnny and Kyle are already in the dining room talking with Piper. You flare your nostrils breathing them in as you walk over. Your senses feel dulled. There’s a stuffiness in your head and ears. 

You know you’ve smelt this before. You just can’t remember what it means. It's deep and musky, and it makes warmth bloom in your core. You sit down at the table with them. You can’t focus on what they’re saying. There's a pounding in your head. Suddenly the smell is intensified, and goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. Your mouth fills with saliva, and there's a throb between your legs. 

You turn and see Simon standing there. He smells different; he looks different. His cheeks and lips flushed red, his eyes locked onto yours. Before you know what’s happening, you’re on your feet stepping towards him. 

You need him. You need him to touch you. 

You’re trying to move but something is stopping you. Voices are muffled in your ears. Kyle and Johnny push past you over to Simon. You look, confused, turning to see Piper holding your arm. 

Johnny and Kyle are pushing Simon out of the room; your eyes are still locked together. You need to be with him. You're almost fighting Piper. You flare your nostrils, and now you remember the smell. Dark and smokey. It’s his rut.

“Hey, hey,” she says, gripping your shoulders and moving around to stand in front of you, clicking her fingers in your face. You snap out of your haze to look at her.

“I can help him,” you say.

“No. No you can’t,” she says. You open your mouth to protest.

“You’ve never handled an alpha’s rut before. Even Hale would leave you alone during his time. He could hurt you.” 

“It’s okay, he needs me,” you say as you see John come into the room.

“What’s happened?” he asks, confused and  looking behind him. 

“Simon’s in heat,” Piper says without letting go of your shoulders. 

“I can help him,” you say looking over at John, but even he looks concerned. Piper squeezes your shoulders.

“I’ve seen alphas tear betas apart. He could kill you, especially because he’s a new alpha. He’s not going to have the self-control yet.” 

“But he’s going to be in pain,” you say. You don’t like the thought of him being in pain.

“I know. I’ll try and figure something out to help him but you have to stay away. Okay?” 

You nod, swallowing the saliva that's formed in your mouth. 

“What do we do?” John asks as he steps up to you. Now you want him . You want to claw his clothes off. You reach out for him, and Piper lets you go to him. 

“Keep him quarantined. Keep her away.”

“I can help him,” you repeat. Her hand rubs the top of your back but you don’t care. You’re needy and you’re already running your hands up John’s shirt. If you can’t be with Simon, then you’ll take John instead. 

“He could hurt her. He’s never had a rut before. It’s not like her heats. He’s dangerous now,” Piper says. You feel her cold hands run down your back. You reach up, nuzzling your face in his neck. 

“Remember her forced heat?” Piper asks. There’s still an ache in you that needs to be satisfied. “That’s what’s happening now, only it’s natural.” 

“So she’s in heat?” he asks, running his arm up your back as you brush your fingers over his nipples. 

“Kind of. I would recommend trying to keep her satisfied,” Piper says. You smile up at him and he pulls you against his chest. 

“What about Simon?” he asks. 

“He will be okay. Take care of her. I’ll keep an eye on Simon,” she says. Your mouth is filling with saliva as you breathe him in. Her cold hands leave your back. You’re not really paying attention to what’s happening. As you make it up the steps you can smell him. Your body moves to his door before John pulls you in the other direction. 

“C'mon. This way,” he says, walking you towards his room.

“I can help him.” 

“I know, but let's talk about it later. He probably needs some rest,” he says as you make it to his door.

“He needs an omega,” you say looking back over at his room. The door is closed. You’re not sure what happened to Johnny and Kyle. You guess they’ve gone back to see Piper. 

You have sex with John. It just feels off, like you need more. It doesn’t scratch the itch you’re feeling. 

You try taking a shower where you end up fingering yourself to another orgasm but it’s still not enough. You sulk back into John’s room. He’s laid in the bed with a tablet in his hands. You walk over to the bed but you don’t get in. He puts the tablet down looking at you as you pick the skin around your nails.

“What's up?” 

“Simon. He's in pain.” You look up at John. “He needs me, I can help him.” 

He lets out a long sigh. You can see him thinking. He presses his lips together.

“Piper said you could get hurt,” he says, his voice level. You stop picking your fingers.

“You could have hurt me and you didn’t.” 

“She said it’s going to be hard for him. He’s not going to have control,” he says. 

“I trust him. Do you trust him?” you ask. 

He hesitates. “I trust him.” 

“Then let me help him please.” You’re almost begging. He throws the tablet to the side and gets out the bed. He steps up to you pressing his hands on your face. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks. 

You nod. “He needs me, he needs an omega.” 

John lets out a sigh and leans down to kiss you. 

“I love you, I just want you to be safe.” 

You smile.

“I love you too. I’ll be safe. Simon won’t hurt me.” He drops his hands from your face. You hug him then head for the door.

“Good luck,” he says. You turn back and nod at him.

——————————

You’re standing outside Simon’s door. You know he’ll be able to smell you. He’ll be able to smell you from across the building. John gave you permission, even though you didn’t need it. You had already made up your mind. You were going to help him no matter what Piper or John said.

“Simon.” You knock on the door. There's no response. Maybe he’s asleep. You reach down for the door handle and find that it's open. You press it down and as soon as the door opens you’re hit with his scent. It’s so strong you bring your hand up to your nose. The room is dark, but even with the low light coming in from the hallway you can see the place is a mess. 

“Simon?” you say quietly. You’re nervous all of the sudden. You can’t see him. Maybe this was a bad idea. You close the door behind you, swallowing hard, taking another step into the room. Your eyes aren't quite adjusted to the dark, but you hear movement. You try to turn towards the source but you don’t get time. 

You’re pinned up against a wall. Simon’s hands hold you up by your armpits, his fingers digging into you. He presses his face into your neck and his tongue drags across your skin. He growls as he breathes you in.

“Simon—” 

“Quiet,” he snaps. You can’t ignore him, clamping your mouth shut. All you can smell is alpha, but then vanilla fills your nose making you dizzy. He lowers you down to the floor. His hands run up your shirt, his fingers brushing your nipples. One of his massive hands grips around your neck forcing your head up. 

The smell of vanilla is so strong you feel like you can’t breathe. It makes your mouth fill with saliva and there’s an ache between your legs. Now you don’t care what he does or if he hurts you. Right now, you would let him rip you apart. You force yourself to swallow, and his grip softens. Your head is swimming but your body feels relaxed. 

You let out a grunt trying to suck in air. His hand lets go of your neck moving down your body to your chest. He rips your shirt. You gasp, your hands going down to your bottoms to drop them so he won’t rip them off you too. His mouth wraps around your nipple. He bites down hard and you let out a yelp. It just makes him growl, his teeth being replaced by his tongue dragging hard across your nipple.

“Alpha,” you whine. You need more, more of him. There’s a burning in your core. You need him, his knot. You need him inside you. The burn pulses through your body and you can smell honey in the air. You know he can smell it too, his fingers digging harder into your skin. 

“Christ, you smell amazing,” he breathes, his hand gripping your breast. You can feel his cock pressing against you and your hand travels down so that you can feel it through the fabric. His teeth find your shoulder and he bites down hard making you scream. You grit your teeth to stop yourself. 

“Simon, the bed please,” you ask, squeezing his cock. He pulls his mouth off you. He kisses you, rough and hard, and you can taste blood in his mouth. His arms slip around you and he picks you up. He throws you on the bed, his hands gripping your underwear pulling them off.

He stops then, towering above you. You get a better look at him even though it’s dark. His hair is a mess, his body shiny with sweat, and he’s only wearing underwear. You want to take them off for him. It must be so uncomfortable. You sit up slowly trying not to spook him. Your hands reach out for him and he takes a step back. You look up, his eyes glistening in the dark.

“I can’t.” He runs his fingers through his hair. His attitude changes. Suddenly it feels like he’s halfway across the room.

“It’s okay, you can,” you say. He steps back towards you, and you remain still. His hand comes to your shoulder. It's wet. He brings his fingers into your view and you can smell the blood. You reach out and take his hand.

“It’s okay, I'll heal. You need this Simon.” There's silence. All you can hear is his breathing, fast and breathless. You slowly move your other hand to his stomach pressing down. He tenses as your hand rests there.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says. You smile. You hope he can see. You haven’t taken your eyes off him. 

“I trust you. Let me help you,” you say letting your hand travel down to his boxers. You can feel how hard he is. Running your hand over his cock causes him to moan. He twitches under your palm. You move your other hand, gripping the waistband and pulling them down. 

His hands come to your face feeling around it in the dark until his fingers brush your lips. You can taste the blood from the wound on your shoulder. There will be plenty more over the next few days. At least as soon as you give into him things will become hazy, and it will be just like your forced heat. 

You reach up for his wrist stopping his hand by your mouth. There's a throb between your legs, and you can feel slick building up. You suck his fingers in your mouth tasting the metallic tang of blood. You lick the digits clean, moaning as he presses his fingers further into your mouth.

A grumble leaves his throat and before you know it he pushes you down on the bed. Your head is fuzzy now as his hands travel down your body, his nails tickling your skin. He grabs your legs and bends down on the floor. He spreads them apart, running his tongue up your thigh. 

He sucks hard on the skin, moaning as he does. His grip tightens on you and he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh. You grit your teeth, arching your back as you cry out. 

“Christ, I wish I could mark you as mine,” he says, pulling his mouth away. You don’t get a chance to say anything before he buries his head between your legs. He’s rough. His mouth locks around your clit, sucking and nibbling. You give into his scent, thick and smokey, overwhelming you.

“Alpha, I need your knot.” It’s all you can think about. It’s all you need. He comes up from between your legs. You can’t control your scent anymore. You relax into the bed. You don’t care what he does to you or how he decides to use you. You give yourself to him. He works his way up your body kissing your stomach, up to your breasts. 

“Alpha please. I need you,” you beg. You don’t care, you'll do anything to have his knot. His tongue wets your nipples, gently nibbling on them. You moan at the sensation sending pulses down to your pussy. It’s a stronger ache then you’ve ever had before. You can feel his cock pressing against your stomach.

“Show me how much you want it,” he says. Your ears prick up, your head snapping to look at him. You turn over, pressing your chest against the bedding and thrusting your ass up in the air. His hands grip the soft skin, spreading your cheeks. It’s painful when his nails dig in hard.

“I want you alpha, please,” you beg, your pussy throbbing as slick drips out of you. You’re losing your grip on reality. His hands pull you toward him, his cock throbbing between your thighs. 

“So fuckin’ sweet.” He’s breathing you in, running his tongue up your back. He props himself up on the bed, his cock nudging at your entrance. The teasing is too much and you grip the bedding, trying not to scream out as his nails dig into your back.

He eases into you. He’s thicker, bigger than John, you think. It’s getting harder to think. His hands run up your back as goosebumps rise on your body. He moans with each thrust, pressing deep into you. You barely have time to get used to him before his hand reaches up to grab your hair. He pulls it back forcing your neck to sit in an uncomfortable position. You don’t care. Your thoughts are being drowned out by the sounds of his cock slamming into you. 

He hasn’t opened you up, and as such, you’re grateful for the unbelievable amount of slick dripping down your thighs. Anything to make it easier for your alpha to use you.  

His hand grips your ass, squeezing hard as his thumb nudges your hole. It’s enough to make you cry out. You don’t care though. You need more, you want more.

“Fuck—Simon.” 

“You can take it, c’mon be a good omega for me.” 

You purr at the praise. He lets your hair go and you press your face into the bedding ignoring the sting across your back. You bite down on the bedding so you don’t scream too loud. 

You don’t get time to warn Simon as the first orgasm washes over you. You clench around him which causes him to grunt, thrusting into you harder as you pant into the bedding. Tears stream down your face as he pulls out of you.

“Turn over,” he says but his hands are already flipping you before you can do anything. Your vision is fuzzy. Mixed with the fact the room is dark, you can barely make him out. 

“Alpha, please.” You need him, need his knot, anything to quell the ache. He grunts, hooking his arms under your knees and pulling you to the end of the bed, his cock twitching on your stomach. You reach down, running your hands over the tip. It's hot and wet as you press your thumb over the slit. 

His hand grabs your wrists, taking them off his cock and pinning them above your head. With his free hand he eases himself back into you. You can’t grip the bedding or run your hands over him as he pumps into you. His tongue licks your neck, running up to your chin leaving a wet line behind. 

“Please alpha!” you whine, your breathing turning into pants 

“Please what? What do you need?” he growls through gritted teeth.

“Claim me. I need you,” you say as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin above your collarbone. He hums, sucking on the skin. He’s so close to doing it, to digging his teeth into your skin. ‘ Yes, yes’ you call breathlessly as he pounds into you. 

His teeth sink into the skin just above your collarbone. This time you let out a scream as you black out. 

When you come too, he’s still running his tongue over the mark he just left. You can feel it, your skin throbbing. You feel breathless, gasping for air. He claimed you, just like John did. You didn’t know if that was possible but it is. He’s your alpha now, just as much as John is. He lets your wrists go and your hands run up his back and you dig your nails into his skin as you cum again. 

This time he’s grunting into your neck before kissing you deep and rough, pressing you down into the mattress. You can taste the blood on his lips. The taste lingers on your tongue as he moves to stand up again. 

Your body throbs as the haze comes back in your head. 

“Please alpha, your knot please. I need it,” you beg your words slurring. 

“You’ve been so good. You can give me one more,” he coos as he rearranges himself for a second, propping one of his legs up. Yes, you can and you will. You’ll be a good omega for him and then you can have his knot. His hands are on your shoulders pressing you into the bed grunting with each thrust. It’s harder and deeper than you thought he could go. Your hands wrap around his neck. 

You press your fingers on the back of his neck trying not to dig your nails in. He feels good, his breath hot in your ear as he pants in time with you. His hands move by your head. He’s pushing you down into the bed using his weight to keep you pinned down. You’re already going to cum again. You want to try and hold it for him but you can't.

“Alpha, please I can’t—” You scream as you cum, your lungs vibrating as he cums too. His cock inflates as he stops inside you. He pants into your neck as your body goes limp. You have his knot, now you get to rest. You need a rest, need a few hours of sleep.

“You okay?” you hear him ask and he moves you gently so you’re both laying down. You nuzzle your face into his neck. 

“Yeah.,” you say, still trying to get your breathing to normalise. His arms wrap around you pulling you tight against him. You let out a long breath, your heart still hammering in your chest.

—————————-

It’s the next day when everyone meets in the lab. Simon’s room has been quiet for at least an hour. Piper stands with her arms crossed. She already had a shouting match with John. She’s mad. She warned him Simon could hurt the omega. The screaming coming from the room hadn’t given her much hope. John’s been silent since he walked in with Johnny and Kyle.

“We need to check on her,” she says once everyone is in the room.

“Okay, so we’ll go check on her,” Johnny says. 

“No, not the betas, he’ll attack you both. John should go. He’s less likely to attack another alpha,” Piper says.

“Won’t he get defensive?” John asks. 

“I don’t think so. She’s your omega, she has your mark and he still accepted her. You’re a pack, that has to mean something,” Piper says.  

“Wait, there's a chance he wouldn’t accept her? Then what would have happened?” Johnny asks. She looks at him and then over at John. He crosses his arms.

“Answer the question,” John orders. It makes the hair stand up on the back of her neck.

“He could have killed her. I told you this was dangerous.” There’s tension in the room, arms being crossed. 

“I could go?” Fleur says breaking the awkwardness hanging in the air. “I’m not like you guys, I’m normal. He won't smell alpha or beta. I’m like Switzerland.” 

“Yeah that could work,” Piper says looking over at John. 

“Are we sure this is a good idea? What if he attacks her anyway?” Kyle asks.

“I think out of everyone Fleur would be the least likely to get attacked,” Piper says. There’s a few moments of silence as glances are exchanged. 

“I trust Simon. He won’t hurt Fleur or the omega,” Price says.

“I trusted you!” she snaps. The room goes quiet. No one moves or says a word, everyone's eyes switching between Piper and John. 

“Simon is still in there.”

“No, John he’s not. This is what I have been trying to say. An alpha’s rut is not like an omega’s heat. He could have killed her. Then her death would have been on both your hands.” She sits back down behind her desk.  

Price steps forward. He trusts Simon, and he trusts Piper. Right now she’s angry. She's worried she’s not thinking straight. 

“I trust Simon. I would not have let her go in there if I thought he would hurt her,” John says his voice low as he stops in front of her. She looks at him from over her laptop. 

“He will have already hurt her. We won’t know how much until after his rut is finished.” 

…

Fleur’s nervous. She shouldn’t be, after all, she volunteered for this. From the research she’s read, she’s pretty sure she’ll be safe. She doesn’t smell like a threat. She doesn’t smell of anything. Sending an alpha or a beta in would be suicide. For her though, as long as she’s quick and doesn’t disturb the omega, she should be fine.

She grips the bottles of water and protein bars in one hand reaching down for the door handle. Piper's warning rings in her head. She just has to leave the bottles and the bars and leave. Don’t touch anything, don’t touch them, just place it on the bedside table and leave.  

She opens the door. The place is dark, the room warm and the air stagnant. The smell of sweat and fluids, blood and saliva. She leaves the door cracked open behind her as she walks in. The place is a mess, bedding and clothes thrown over the place. She tiptoes over to the bed, her eyes adjusting to the dark. 

You’re laid in the bed on your side, Simon’s arms wrapped tightly around you. She can see where you’re connected, Simon’s cock stuck inside you. Piper said it was normal that you’re sleeping. An alpha’s knot can last for over an hour if the conditions are good. In a safe and secure MI6 facility surrounded by your pack, the conditions are perfect.

Fleur leans over to look closer. “Fascinating,” she whispers. It causes you to stir. You reach out your hand, finding Fleur. Panic rises in her. If she disturbs you too much Simon could wake. She puts the bottles and bars down on the bedside table. 

“I’m just here to check on you,” Fleur says, stepping back. You can smell how nervous she is. If she sticks around, she’ll wake Simon. You’re too sleepy to care. Your body is sore,and  you need the rest. 

“He claimed me,” you say, letting your hand come back to rub his arm wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry, he claimed you?” she whispers so quiet you almost miss it. Her eyes flick up to the back of your neck. She stiffens up. Simon starts to wake as you shift against him.

“Alpha,” you whine, rocking your hips against him. Fleur needs to leave. 

Everyone is waiting outside the door, arms crossed, worried looks on their faces. Fleur closes the door as slowly and quietly as she can.

“She’s okay, they were sleeping.” There’s a shake in her voice, John can hear it.

“Did she say he claimed her?” Johnny asks. Fleur nods her head. 

“Did you check her neck?” Piper asks. 

“No, Si—” 

Your scream pierces the air. Goosebumps rise on the back of John’s neck, and something wakes inside him. He doesn’t even realise what’s happening, his body moving before he can stop himself. He needs to be with you. 

“John! John! Listen to me.” Cool hands find his face. His eyes flick from the door to Piper. He can smell you, hear your voice. He needs to get through that door no matter what. Something’s stopping him, hands gripping his arms pulling him back.

“She’s safe. Simon’s with her.” He can tell she’s being sincere. She looks worried but he believes her. Her hands are cold, and the smell of beta overwhelms him. “She’s okay John, Simon’s taking care of her.” 

He nods, the grip still strong on his arms as Piper's hands leave his face. 

“You need to rest, you’re exhausted.” She looks past him. His head swims, his senses dulled. Maybe he does need rest. He can still hear you and your moans from behind the door. He trusts Simon. You’re safe if you’re with Simon. 

“Take him to bed. Someone should stay with him, at least until the morning,” Piper says. 

“I got it,” Kyle says. The grip on his arms is loosened. An arm comes around his waist pulling him away from the door. “C’mon, she's okay, Simon’s taking good care of her.” 

——————————

“Alpha?” you whine as you’re scooped up out of the bed. You know it’s Simon because you don’t smell anything. Simon has always done such a good job at protecting his scent. You’re not sure how long it’s been. A few days you think. Maybe 4, maybe 5.

“Yeah. You’re going back to John,” he says. You’re too tired to argue with him. You’re naked but there’s a blanket wrapped around you. As soon as Simon leaves the room you feel goosebumps rise on your body. 

You shiver in his arms pressing your head into his chest. He hums, kissing the top of your head as you close your eyes again. The next thing you know a sharp knock wakes you, and a few seconds later a door opens. You turn your head opening your eyes to look, you think you see John. 

Your head is spinning, your vision blurry. You can smell John though, and it makes you smile. You’re moved from one person's arms to another. You let out a whine. Everything hurts.

“I was rough. I’m sorry,” Simon says. He was rough. You want to tell him it's okay. “I tried to stop her, I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“It’s okay, get some rest, you’re going to need it,” John says. You nuzzle your nose into his neck, and he squeezes you tighter against him. Your eyes are starting to get heavy again. 

“John.” You breathe him in letting his scent fill your nose. 

“Yeah, I’m here.” His lips press against your forehead. 

“Can we go to bed now?” you whisper. You feel a hand come to your face tucking hair behind your ear. You hear Simon sigh then walk away.

“Yeah, we’re going to bed,” John says. You close your eyes, humming into his chest. You hear the door close and then you’re lowered into a bed, the sheet pulled off you. You automatically reach out for John whining until your hands land on his skin. 

“Easy, I’m coming,” he says, climbing into the bed and pulling the duvet over you.  

“Is Simon okay?” you ask as he pulls you up on his chest. 

“Simon’s fine,” he says, making sure the duvet is covering everything but your face. You let out a long breath, relaxing on his chest. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

“I’m sore. Simon’s rut was rough.” 

“Want me to get Piper?” he asks, kissing your forehead. His hand comes to brush your cheek.

“No, I want to sleep,” you say, pulling yourself closer to him. You’re still naked and he’s nice and warm. 

…

In the morning the true scale of your injuries come to light. The scratches and bite marks on the sensitive parts of your body will take longer to heal. You’re tired too and sore. Everything hurts. Even when John carried you to the bath in silence it hurt. You can barely keep yourself together in the bath, leaning against the tub as John washes you.

No matter how hot the water is, your body still shivers as John helps you clean your wounds. He’s as gentle as he can be but you still wince as he hits the particularly sensitive ones. You’ve never felt like this after a heat before. This time it feels different. John’s fingers brush over the mark Simon left just above your collarbone. It makes you shiver and he lets out a sigh.  

“It’s not Simon’s fault,” you say when you look up at John. He looks sad, but there's something more on his face. Maybe he’s upset with Simon. It’s not his fault. He can’t control his rut. You’re lucky he didn’t rip you to shreds. 

“I’m going to get Piper. Stay here, okay?” he says, dropping the flannel in the water and leaving the room. You’re almost dozing off in the water letting the tap run trying to get the water to heat up.

…

The door opening snaps you out of the dozed state you were happily relaxing into. You look up to see Piper and John walk in. 

“I told you this was a bad idea,” she says quietly before bending down by the tub. You smile at her but you’re too tired to talk. Her and John help you out of the bath and back into bed. Your body shakes as you struggle to dry yourself. You just want to sleep. You’re so tired. 

…

She fusses around you taking your temperature and vitals. You feel the tightening of the blood pressure cuff around your arm as you blink up at her trying to stay awake. You can’t keep them open though. Your whole body is heavy. No one says anything. There are just sighs now and again from Piper, the noise of her searching through her bag.

The next thing you know, Piper's hands are stroking your face. “Hey hun, I need to do an internal exam.” 

You look round the room, someone is standing in the doorway but you can’t make out who it is. 

“Lay on your back, it won’t take long.” 

...

“What’s wrong?” you hear John ask. His voice jolts you awake. You didn't even know you fell asleep. He’s sitting on the bed, his hand on your leg. Piper stands in front of him with a stethoscope around her neck. Her arms are crossed and her sleeves are rolled up. 

“Heat exhaustion. Her body is exhausted, it needs time to recuperate. She won’t be able to do it herself. I’ll go get what I need,” she says. Heat exhaustion? You’ve never had that before. His hand rubs up and down your leg. He looks down at you, and he leans over to stroke your face. You don’t even have the energy to smile at him.  

“What does she need?” 

“Rest, observation, we need to keep an eye on her temperature, her breathing. Her body needs time to repair itself. The last thing we need is her having a heart attack.” 

“That could happen?” John asks.

“Her body is trying to compensate for the beating she’s just taken.” You can hear the hostility in her voice.

John sighs, his hand gripping your leg as he pushes himself up to his feet. You don’t want them to fight, not now, not ever.

“I warned you this was a bad Idea,” Piper snaps, gritting her teeth. 

“Alpha,” you whine, reaching out for him. You’ve missed him being around you. He turns to look at you for a second.

“Get Kyle and Johnny up here,” he says, sighing. You close your eyes. You don’t want them to fight. 

…

When you open your eyes again Piper is kneeled down by your face. She’s set up an IV. You’re surprised it didn’t wake you. You’re just so tired. You blink up at her and she smiles down at you, her cold fingers coming down to brush a strand of hair out your face. 

“I’m going to give you something for the pain. And some muscle relaxers. We need to keep fluids running through you,” she explains. You don’t even have the energy to nod at her.

“It’s not Simon’s fault,” you say. She sighs, pressing her lips together.

“I know. I told you it could be dangerous, now you’re injured,” she says. 

“I’m just tired,” you say. She strokes your hair. “Don’t fight with John.” 

“I’m not, I’m just worried. He is too.” 

You smile at her, closing your eyes.

“I’ll be fine.” 

“I know you will,” she says as she strokes your hair. “Just rest, you’ll feel better soon.” 

________

“How is she?” Johnny asks getting up off his feet as soon as Piper enters the room. Piper stands there rubbing her hands like she doesn’t want to say. 

“Nothing yet. She’s still sleeping.” Price squeezes his eyes closed and Johnny sits back down. 

“It’s been 48 hours. You said if things didn’t improve you would have to use more invasive treatment,” Kyle says. 

“We're not there yet,” Piper says. John can tell it's a lie his eyes flick over to Simon. He’s barely said a word since his rut ended. He’s been wearing his mask too. 

“Invasive how?” John asks without taking his eyes off Simon. 

“She needs nutrients. Fluids will only do so much if her body can’t repair itself she might need—” 

“Need what?” Kyle asks.

“Worst case scenario, we need to start thinking about feeding tubes. Long term care.” 

Simon looks up, his eyes meeting John’s then past him to Piper. 

“Christ,” Johnny says. There’s pain in Simon’s eyes, there's guilt. He gets up off the sofa and heads to the room exit. Johnny moves to get up and follow him. 

“I got this,” John says, pressing his hand on Johnny's chest and stopping him as he gets up. He pauses when he reaches Piper.

“How much longer before we have to start thinking about that?” he asks, his voice low.

“24 hours max,” she says. He nods and heads out the room. He sees the light coming out of the door to the gym. He lets a breath out before going in.

Simon’s fist smacks into the punching bag. John walks over to a shelf picking up a roll of tape. “Wrap your hands. Don’t need you spraining anything.” 

Simon turns to see him holding out the wrapping. 

“I tried to stop her. I told her to stop.” He takes the tape out of John's hand. 

“I told her to help you. She wanted to help you.” 

“Yeah then I beat her to a pulp.” His fist slams back into the bag. 

“You weren't in control.” 

“Bullshit,” Simon scoffs. “She’s in control. You were in control.” 

“She’s not in control, she’s barely there. Her body is telling her to do one thing no matter what.” 

Simon huffs. The tape rips and he starts to wrap his hand.

“I wasn’t in control. Christ, I could barely keep it together. That smell of honey, the slick. She’s different when she’s in heat.” A vibration travels up John’s spine as he thinks about you. Saliva fills in his mouth, and he swallows it down. 

“She’s going to recover Simon,” he huffs. 

“She’s in the state she’s in now because of me. You can tell me she’ll recover as much as you want but I did that to her.” His fist hits the bag again. John moves around to the other side of the bag so he can look in Simon's eyes. 

“What are you thinking?” John demands. He can’t let Simon spiral like this. Simon tuts shaking his head. “C’mon. I know you’re thinking say it. No use to anyone if you bottle it all up.” 

“We’re supposed to protect her,” he snaps. “We let her down, again and again. First with Dr. Anderson, now with this.” 

John nods, stepping back and gesturing for him to hit the punching bag again. Simon hesitates for a second then punches it. 

“She was tortured, assaulted all her life. I just added to her pain. Another alpha hurting her.” He throws another punch, John lets him talk. He needs to get this out. “Fuck’s sake. We’re supposed to be a pack. I should--” 

“She doesn’t blame you.” 

“She is suffering because of me.” He slams his fist again, harder. John puts his hand out to stop the bag from swinging. Simon doesn’t stop though, his fists repeatedly slamming into the bag. John watches as his eyes widen, and the scent of his alpha fills the room. 

“Simon,” John calls. It goes ignored. Simon’s breathing picks up, his attacks speeding up. 

“Simon!” John calls again. Still nothing. He’s in a world of his own.

“Lieutenant Riley!” John says using as much authority he can muster right now. Simon stops, panting as he presses his forehead on the bag. 

“I love her,” he says after a second. 

“I know,” John says, reaching out and squeezing his shoulder. 

“I hurt someone I love. I never thought—” His voice catches in his throat. There’s a sob there that he tries to hide, even standing up straight and clenching his hands into fists. 

John grabs Simon's face pulling him to look in his eyes. “You are not a monster Simon Riley.” Simon sighs but holds eye contact. It’s better than nothing 

“Do you want to see her?” John asks. There’s silence. John runs his hand down Simon's arm, and his other hand holds his face not letting him turn away.

“She’s sleeping. I don’t think I can see her in that state,” Simon says eventually.

“You claimed her. You have a strong bond with her. Her being in pain, it hurts you too,” John says. He moves his hand slowly, up to the top of Simon’s head gently pulling on his mask. 

“You don’t seem to struggle,” Simon says. John smiles and pulls the mask off his face. His puffy eyes are hidden by the dark paint that's smeared down his face. 

“Maybe I just hide it better. I lay there at night watching her breathing making sure she’s alive. Even the little changes in her scent make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck.” 

“It’s like love turned up to the max. It’s like she’s a part of me, a part I could never live without,” Simon says continuing. 

John smiles nodding. 

“Let's go see her. Just sit with her, talk to her, you need it.” John lets his arm go, handing him back his mask. He assumes he’ll pull it back on but he doesn’t. He puts it in his back pocket and starts picking at the tape on his hands. 

John waits at the door for him. Watching as he wipes the paint off his cheeks before throwing the tape in the bin. 

________

When you wake, it’s light out. Your body is stiff and you desperately need to use the bathroom. You swing your legs out of the bed which takes more effort than you thought. When you stand up it feels like the first time you’ve moved in days. Your legs ache as you make your way into the bathroom. You’re still connected to an IV bag but it’s almost empty. 

You unplug the tube. You have socks on that go all the way up to your knees. How long were you asleep for? You don’t care and head into the bathroom. When you’re finished and washing your hands you look in the mirror. Your face looks fine, neck too. You pull the shirt off over one of your shoulders. There’s his mark, just above your collarbone. The rest of the wounds seemed to have healed well though. 

You want to get in the bath and soak your muscles. You run the bath while you strip looking around your body. There are still faint scratch marks on your back. Most other things seem to have healed. Your fingers run over the mark Simon left. His mark. You trace the indents on your skin. You shiver, the hairs standing up on the back of your neck. Your other hand goes to John’s mark. 

They both claimed you. You didn’t think that was possible. You’ll need to talk to Piper about it. First you want a bath. Your body aches and you need to relax. You’re not sure how long it actually takes for the bath to fill up but it feels like an eternity. You sit on the side running your hand in the water to check the temperature. 

You can’t wait any longer. You slip into the bath letting out a groan as the water burns your skin. You lay back, closing your eyes. The heat feels good. You hear the door open, turning your head to see Kyle kneeling down next to the bath. 

“Hey, how’re you feeling?” he asks. You smile at him reaching out to grab his hand. 

“I’m okay,” you say. He looks concerned. His fingers are coming to brush your cheek. 

“You’ve been asleep for 3 days,” he says. You sit up in the bath frowning. 

“3 days?” 

He nods. You sigh leaning against the tub. 

“I’m supposed to get John and Piper if you wake,” he says, stroking your hand.

“Let me finish my bath first,” you say, leaning back until the water reaches your chin. He smiles letting your hand go so it can fall under the water. He lets you soak in the bath for a long while, longer than you can tell he’s comfortable with. 

“Let’s go back to bed,” he encourages you. You nod letting him help you out the bath even though you feel fine. He helps you change into fresh pajamas and then into bed. You’re cold, pulling the duvet over your head. 

“Just get John,” you say. It’s quieter than you expect. You hear the door open and you close your eyes.

…

When you open your eyes again John is kneeled down by your face, his hand stroking your hair. 

“Hey.” You smile at him. He smiles back. 

“How do you feel?” he asks. There’s someone else in the room. You look over to see Piper putting a bag down. John moves out of the way slightly. 

“Good. How’s Simon?” 

“He’s fine,” John says as Piper comes down to press something into your ear. You keep your eyes on John as he strokes your cheek. “We’ve missed you. It’s been quiet while you’ve been recovering.” 

“I’ve missed you too,” you say. The thing in your ear beeps and she removes it. 

“How do you feel?” Piper asks. 

“I feel okay.” 

“Tired? Any pain anywhere?” 

“I’m tired, but no pain.” You don’t know how to describe it. 

“Good.” She kneels down pulling your gaze to her. “Simon was rough—”

“He can’t control his rut,” you say stopping her.

“I know but your injuries will take longer to heal due to the heat exhaustion. You need to take it easy for the next few days,” Piper says. You nod at her looking over at John. 

“We’ll be here, we’ll take it slow,” John says, his thumb rubbing your cheek. 

“Let's start by getting some solid food into you. I’ll get Kyle to bring something up, then I'll do a more thorough exam.”

“I’m tired,” you say. 

“I know but you need to eat, get some of your energy back then you’ll feel better.” She heads over to the door. John stands up to follow her. Now you feel sad. You want him to stay. Your mind goes to Simon. You haven’t seen him since his rut, and you want to see him. You miss him. Your hand comes up to feel your collar bone. His mark is still there, the indents of his teeth on the soft skin. 

You look at the doorway, John is whispering, keeping his voice low so you can’t hear him. It makes you worried for some reason. Maybe something is wrong. You shuffle in bed moving so you’re sat up more instead of behind laid flat. 

John comes over and keeps you company, pulling the chair over from his desk to sit next to you. It’s not long before Kyle comes in with a sandwich and a bottle of water. You don’t feel hungry but with gentle encouragement from John you manage to eat most of it. Piper was right. After you’ve eaten, you do feel better. 

She comes back a little later and John leaves even though you ask him to stay. The routine feels more familiar now. Piper checking you over in silence, the rip of the blood pressure cuff, the feel of her cold hands as she asks you if it hurts while she presses around your body. 

She saves the worst till last. You’re rolled on your back with your knees pulled up as she checks you internally. Tearing and bruising, but it's healing apparently. It doesn’t feel like it’s healing. It's the only part of you that still hurts, a pulsing pain deep inside you. 

“Things are healing, slow but it already looks better.” She takes her gloves off, throwing them in the bin. 

“What about the mark?” you ask pulling your shorts back up and sitting up in bed. 

“It won’t heal. Just like John’s.” 

Your hand goes up to feel it. 

“How is that possible? Are things going to change now?” you ask. 

“I don’t know. I think we just have to wait and see how things go,” Piper says, sighing

“I don’t feel different. It feels the same way it felt with John,” you say.  She comes down to sit down on the bed. 

“I’ll keep giving you pain relief. You should be feeling better in a few days. Until then you really do have to take it easy, bed rest, minimal activity until you get your strength back.” Her hand comes to brush your face. You smile at her. 

“Get some sleep, it’s late,” she says standing back up and picking her bag up. You smile at her and lay down in the bed. She leaves, closing the door behind her. You expect John to come back in but he doesn’t.

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The next day you’re already sick of lying in bed. You want to be anywhere but John’s room. It’s dark out but you’re not sure if it’s early morning or late evening. The whole building is silent. You woke in bed alone, no one on watch, no one keeping you warm in the bed. 

Your body is sore. Goosebumps rise on your skin. You reach over pulling a jacket off the end of the bed. You pull it on. It's too big for you, it must be one of John’s since it smells like him. You love his scent, and Simon’s too. They smell almost the same but you can tell the difference. Simon smells more smokey. You leave the room and you can see that Simon’s door is open. 

You cross over to the stairs looking into his room. He’s not there. The place looks clean and orderly. You make your way down. You want to lay down again already. You want to make it to the living room at least. The place is empty. It’s definitely morning. You can see the dew on the grass, looking like frost with the sun hitting it. You pull one of the blankets off and flop down on the sofa, pulling it over you. 

You’re already tired again, but at least you’re not in much pain anymore. Now you’re just exhausted all the time. You watch the trees flow in the wind, the sun peeking through them and lighting up the room.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but the opening of the door jolts you awake. You look up to see Simon standing in the doorway with a mug in his hands. 

“I can come back later,” he says. He looks sad, dark circles around his eyes. Or maybe it’s paint. You can’t tell from this distance. 

“No, stay, please,” you say, sitting up. He hesitates for a few seconds then moves in, closing the door behind him. He sits down on the other sofa almost like he wants to be as far away as possible from you. You want to jump on his lap, wrap your arms around him, tell him it’s all okay. You’re okay. 

Your hand goes to your collarbone, running your fingers over his mark.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he says after a few seconds of silence.

“You didn’t hurt me,” you say. You smile at him still rubbing his mark. 

“I did. I have to apologise.” 

You chuckle moving the blanket and patting at the spot next to you. He looks at you for a few seconds, not moving. He reaches over to put his mug down on the coffee table then comes over. He sits down next to you. You move your shirt to expose the bite mark on your collar. 

“It won’t heal. Just like John’s.” He looks at it, shifts almost like he wants to touch it. Instead his fingers land on a bruise on your arm turning so you can see it. You smile looking up at him. 

“It’s not your fault. You can’t control your rut,” you say, putting your other hand on his. He sighs. You look up at him, and he looks back at you. Those are dark circles under his eyes, not paint. His knuckles feel rough, his hands not as soft as you remember. 

“I heard you, while I was sleeping. At first I thought it was a dream but I could feel you, holding my hand stroking my hair. I was so scared you were going to run away thinking you’d done something wrong. I love you Simon.” You drop your hand and lean over to kiss him. It takes him a second but eventually he sinks into the kiss, his tongue pressing into your mouth. You feel him relax. His hand falls from your arm to rub your thigh. 

“Can I lay on your lap?” you ask when you break from the kiss. He nods, leaning back on the sofa. You smile and lay down, your head resting on his thighs. You project your scent for him. It doesn’t take long before he starts to relax. His hands stroke your hair, and you smile as his hand moves down your head. You crane your neck for him, exposing his mark on your collarbone. 

“You can touch it. You should touch it. It’s your mark.” 

His hand hesitates. His fingers brush down over your shoulder then map out the indents on your skin. You close your eyes hearing a hum leave his throat. His hand eventually rests on it, his thumb brushing over your collar bone.

You close your eyes letting your scent fill the room. You can smell him too.

…

John places his hand on Simon’s shoulder. He looks down at you now sleeping on Simon’s thigh. “Don’t let her do that for too long. It tires her out, projecting her scent so much.”  

“She’s done it for you then?” he asks, his hand still brushing your hair. 

“Yeah, Piper said it’s good for her, for bonding with her.” 

“I didn’t know I was going to claim her.” His thumb brushes over his mark. John hums and walks round Simon to sit next to him. 

“I think it's good, for you both,” John says as he gently picks your legs up pulling them on him. You murmur, pulling the blanket over you more. Simon shushes you, stroking your hair. 

“How’s this going to work now we’re both her alpha?” Simon asks quietly. John shrugs.

“I don’t even think Piper has any idea. I think we’ll find out as we go along,” John says stroking your leg. Your scent fills the room, sweet strawberries. You always smell so sweet. Even when you’re stressed or worried, even when you were mad at him, as long as you still smell sweet he knows you’re okay. He looks up at Simon, his shoulders relaxed as he strokes your hair. 

John’s already seen the mark. Piper said it won’t heal. She didn’t go into too much detail about how it worked but he didn’t care. He was worried he would be jealous but he wasn't. Fleur wanted to study you, them. Not until you were back on your feet, Piper had done a good job keeping her busy and away. 

“You look relaxed,” John says. Simon looks over at him. 

“It’s her scent.” John smiles. 

“She was always your omega too. We’re a pack, now it’s just solidified with a mark,” John says, watching Simon's expression closely. He watches as his hand goes down to touch the mark just above your shoulder blade. You move your body for him so he can get better access. Even in your sleep you know when an alpha is touching you. 

“I was always scared I would hurt her. She’s so...” He lets out a sigh, his hand moving to cup your face and brush your cheek. “Precious.” 

“She’s stronger than she looks,” John says, rubbing your leg. 

“Yeah she is,” Simon says looking down at you. John reaches over and puts his hand on Simon’s shoulder. 

“You’re a good man, don’t forget that,” John says. “She’s your omega, we’re in this together. As a pack and as a team, whatever comes we’ll work it out.” 

“Thank you,” Simon says. John smiles at him. There’s still something though, something in his eyes, in his touch. It’s like he’s hesitating. “What are you thinking?” 

“She’s our omega,” he sighs. “When we have a cure. When we’re normal again, things will change. They’ll go back to normal. A life without her.”

“Not without her,” John says, shuffling closer. “I think we both know there’s no life without her.” 

“We can’t be there for her forever,” Simon says bluntly. 

“No. Of course not,” John replies. He reaches over to put his hand on top of Simon’s. “She’ll be safe though, forever. When this is over she’ll never have to worry again.” 

“Promise?” Simon asks, turning to him.

“I promise.” 

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[kawoala]

Hi Meeya !!! Congrats on 900 followers <3

I’d love to get the hq mattsun burger !!! with a party side and a best friends to lovers drink <3

Thank you !!! For delivery infos i am available via phone :)

SLEEPOVER; matsukawa issei. burger—haikyuu. drink—best friends to lovers.

contents mattsun smokes. drugs & alcohol. college au. yukie shirofuku, oikawa tooru, hanamaki takahiro mentioned . reader is not fw heavy with the party.

authors notes this is more like. friend of a friends to lovers, so uhh sorry! i cant stick to prompts for the life of me apparently. also the ending kind of sucks, but i was trying to get this out today so……

if you’re going to be honest, this sucks. your head is pounding, your whole body is covered in a sheen of sweat, and there are far too many people around you. now, you love your friends, but that doesn’t mean you have to enjoy the things you do for them.

case in point: coming up with and hosting yukie’s 21st birthday bash. in theory, a nice gesture. in practice, a fucking nightmare.

you’ve heard probably three different crashes of glass—things that you’ll have to replace, of course, you know for a fact that your bathroom door is broken—because you watched three boys carry it out the front door as they held it above their heads, and there’s a pair of sneakers hanging off the ceiling fan. 

you want everyone gone. but. yukie is having fun. she’s smiling and laughing and drunk off her ass and she’s enjoying herself. she’s surrounded by all of her favorite people and you can’t want everyone gone because yukie is having fun.

you’re zoning off at the table covered in beer bottles and small, empty bags when you distantly hear someone call your name. you look up, glancing around until someone catches your eye. it’s yukie, smiling widely at you.

“can you,” hiccup, “go get more drinks? they’re,” giggle, “uh, down in the basement. thanks, y/n-ie.”

you want to roll your eyes, but instead you smile and nod. you stand up quickly and maneuver your way through the crowd of people. the basement door is supposed to be locked, but of course it’s cracked open when you get to it. ynis time, you do roll your eyes as you make your way down the stairs, shutting the door behind you.

almost immediately, a shiver runs down your spine. it’s colder down here than it is upstairs—but that could be from the lack of body heat coming off of everyone.

you get to the bottom of the stairs, where the fridge sits, but just before you reach for the handle, you stop. the back of a messy head of hair sitting on your couch, facing the TV. he brings a hand to his mouth and a cloud of smoke follows. you blink a couple times, in complete disbelief.

how are you supposed to react to this? he broke into your basement to sit down here by himself and smoke? you look around and notice that everything looks good, like nothing has been touched except for the couch. he didn’t steal anything? or, he hasn’t yet.

“dude,” your voice cracks embarrassingly as you try to speak. you clear your throat, hand flying to rub at the skin there. “i locked the door for a reason. also, how many times have i told you not to smoke down here?”

his hand, preparing to bring the cigarette to his mouth once again, freezes halfway to its intended destination.

he turns around, hooded eyes locking with yours, and lets out a laugh. “y/n, there are much worse things going on in this house right now.”

you glance back up the stairs, a furrow forming in your brows. he’s right; you know it and he knows it, but you press your lips together and stick your chin up. “this is a basement, loser no windows? the smoke is going to stick to—” you cut yourself off with a shake of your head, taking a step towards him. “wait, how did you even get down here? the door was locked.”

he grins at that. before he speaks, he makes a show out of putting the cigarette out on his wallet, careful not to get ashes anywhere. “sorry for smoking. i picked the lock.”

he takes a few steps, making his way around the couch so that now you two have nothing in between you two, and you narrow your eyes suspiciously.

“you picked the lock?” you ask as you cross your arms over your chest. when he nods, you narrow your eyes further. after a few seconds of staring at each other, you click your tongue. “i don’t believe you.”

he blinks. once. twice. three times. “the door wasn’t busted, was it?” you shake your head and he shrugs. “because i picked the lock. it’s not broken; just very easy to pick.”

you think about it for a minute, but eventually roll your eyes and sigh. “okay, yeah, whatever. you’re cool and you know how to pick a lock.” you walk towards the couch, brushing his shoulder, then flop down on one of the couches. “that party is fucking killing me.”

he snickers and spins on his heel, sitting down beside you. “tell me about it,” he mumbles. “oikawa and maki ditched me for beer pong and the only other people i know were yukie and, well, you. but you guys were busy taking shots, or something.” he shrugs.

you out your head in your hands, slightly rubbing at your temples. this headache is getting worse. “i’m gonna need, like, four pints of nyquil to help me sleep tonight.” you pause, then groan. “oh my god, she’s gonna be so hungover tomorrow.”

again, he snickers.

“so not funny.”

“it’s a little funny.” he knocks his shoulder against yours. “headache?”

“mhm.”

“i have advil in my car, if you want some.”

you shake your head, sighing. “i have some upstairs, it’s fine.” you look over at him and give him a half-smile. “i’m not really sure i’m gonna go back up there though.”

“me either.” he smiles. “maybe we should have a sleepover down here. beer in the fridge, right?” when you nod, he stands and makes it to the fridge in fewer strides than you would have expected. he grabs two beers and looks at you, wriggling his brows. “we can even play some girly game like truth or dare.”

you laugh quietly, but take the beer he offers. “you’re dumb.”

“yeah,” he sighs out, sitting down once again. “sometimes.”

“truth or dare?” you ask, cracking open the can and giving him a coy smile.

he pretends to think for a second, humming, then says, “truth.”

you hum too, actually thinking. “who do you like more: oikawa or maki?”

“definitely maki. truth or dare?”

“dare.”

“i dare you to have a sleepover with me tonight in your basement.”

the laughs that leaves your mouth is involuntary. you cover your mouth with a hand, shaking your head. “matsukawa issei, if you wanted me to hangout with you, all you had to do was ask.”

he laughs, watching you closely. “wanna hangout?” his smile is a cross between hope and cockiness.

and of course, you nod. who can really resist mattsun when he smiles at them like that?

[purplepeptobismol]

SHSHS I KNOW THEYRE BACKGROUND CHARACTERS but- do you have HCS for Robin and Isa ???? I loved the little snippets of Robin and baby her in chapter 13 ??? TOO CUTE AA 💕💕

I’ve been waiting for someone to say this because I absolutely DO have fun little facts about these two 😫🙏‼️

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Robin Marsh-Broflovski

Very laid back and chill and has a small circle of friends

When she was a little kid, the only way Kyle got her to eat her vegetables was when he will eat them in front of her and say something like “you can’t eat it because it’s grown up food.” She will then beg to eat them because she was “grown enough” to eat vegetables. Grew up to really love cooked broccoli

studious queen 🗣️

very artistically talented, she’s always doing insane sketches, but doesn’t pursue art— she only does it as a form of expression more than anything

into psychology and human anatomy

has really thick curly and Kyle helped maintain it and keep it healthy (Grandma Sheila also helped!)

Stan loved styling her hair when getting ready for school when she was a kid (and little Robin liked it too. She always looked forward to this little morning routine)

wore the ushanka hat a bit around elementary, but stopped wearing after a year or so. When she left for out of state college, she brought it with her and wears it on occasion

got her first tattoo on her 18th birthday. She designed it, and Stan accompanied her when she got it.

When she’s in college, though she doesn’t admit it out loud, she tends to get really home sick and misses her family a whole lot. Kyle calls/texts her as much as he can (literally misses her so much and bawled his eyes out when he helped her move to her dorm). But, she does face time her family around the weekends 🥲

Isabella Marsh-Broflovski

plays the electric guitar!! Stan taught her everything she knows <3

got into skateboarding at the age of 5

The best way to describe her personality is canon South Park boys 💀 (or; early season Stan and Kyle). Girl is unhinged

has an undercut because her hair felt to heavy (and yes, she attempted to do it herself. Kyle and Stan had to take her to a hair salon to get it fixed)

sends brain rot content to Emi and Coop in their group chat LMAOO (knows chronically online stuff before it gets to them)

gets along with Grandpa Randy 😭 and it sends Stan into cardiac arrest every time he drags her to one of his adventures

likes to get into deep talks and debates with Kyle. When they disagree on something, they get louder and louder to prove their point. It never gets too serious tho cuz most of the time, Isa is just trying to rile her dad up by hitting him with some shit like “well if you don’t agree, then you hate women 🥱. You don’t hate women, right dad? 🫢 unless….” and Kyle would just go “WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM?!? WHAT?!?! HELLO?!!”

Has the same laugh Stan has, they even snort the same way

Loves hanging out with Uncle Kenny because she thinks he’s cool, and considers Cooper as her cousin. “That’s my cuzz fr💯”

will not hesitate to throw hands at anyone. Do NOT get on her bad side !!!

—

They’re absolutely my favorites 🫶 I sooooo wanted to include them more in the story. Ahhhhhhhh, I love these two dumbasses and their silly little daughters <3

[shima-draws]

Finished season 2…

[hplonesomeart]

Hey. Sorry about the inactivity, but pretty sure no one cared that much anyways lol. Been a looooong time since I kept that distant from Tumblr…at least now I know I’m able to survive without checking posts every day/being chronically online! I’ve got an intense love-hate relationship with this lifestyle I’ve dug myself into. Think I’m getting a little bit better with the balance even if school isn’t really giving me an option. Got a load of work I need to keep catching up on if I don’t want to disappoint my professors. We’ll survive somehow. Here take a quick batch of Puzzle doodles k bye

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa, circa 40-ish hours ago: Hey, what if our newest bunch of OCs adopted a baby from one of the other brothel girls who knew she couldn’t afford to raise one? That would make for some fun shenanigans :D

Me, with a notoriously non existent sleep schedule, instinct of self preservation or concern for my poor wrist: Alright, bet. Watch how fast I can make you fall in love with this hypothetical baby >:)

Daneli as a gentle and loving caretaker-turned-adoptive-mother is something that can be So Personal, actually, and originally I was going to leave it at this quick sketch, but then I got carried away thinking about what this child will grow up to be like raised by this little gang of misfits, so…

Here she is!! A little older and so, so beautiful, I need more of her in my life immediately, she’s way too precious

And, because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t also add a sapphic element to this absolute cinnamon roll, a small crack ship that I’m only half serious about for when she’s a little older still:

All in all, we may be getting impossibly far from canon, but I for one already cannot get enough of sweet darling Kumisai <3

(I fully drew three pieces from scratch in 9 hours I cannot feel my brain or my hands anymore send help)

[obstinaterixatrix]

air was telling me about that ultimatum reality dating show thing & that’s crazy. I know it’s probably mostly the aromanticism but I can’t imagine clinging to someone when you’re at the point of making an ultimatum. I’d just leave.

[badolmen]

gorlie….

[fingertipsmp3]

That last post just reminded me of something honestly mind-boggling that that friend did