william 'case' calderon x fem! reader.
woundfingering in the rook's kitchen.
please be aware this also contains vomit and dubious consent.
the kitchen wasn’t as quiet as it was before. you came back from the previous mission with an injury, intent on just patching it up yourself without anyone else’s help. you usually asked for it; you weren’t stupid or stubborn. tonight just called for alone time.
and alone time meant cleaning up where you got shallowly stabbed with a rebar pipe. troy called you lucky, but it doesn’t feel like it. it’s not like you survived falling off a building, and the rebar was only an inch from where you landed. a desperate pantheon operative just used what he could, and it endowed you with a quarter-sized puncture, less than an inch deep.
case made it worse before you could even process what he was trying to do.
it’s like he wants his entire fist in your guts, fingering and exploring. it’s appalling. the smell of copper is enough to make you nauseous, near impossible to hold back all the bile building. his fingers inside your stomach might as well be down your throat, too. your body is slouched against the island counter, sliding off the edge of your chair. case stands between your spread legs, his free hand working to loosely lock them around his waist. it's hard to tell if he's detached or focused.
he stares at what little skin of your stomach is exposed: fresh blood smears, and there's an inconsistent rising as you breathe heavily. all your energy goes toward digging your nails into his wrist, which does little to discourage him from thrusting in and out of the newly developed hole. his illuminati tattoo took witness to the scene before its singular inked eye, as if it were truly present. a bystander in his body. a body shared. case’s middle finger turns to the right as it eases out, coming back in so deep you moan. it’s loud and makes you feel gross. it wasn’t entirely out of pleasure, but case took it as it was: a loud, humiliating moan with a high pitch and breathy end. case looks at you for only a second, maybe even less, before shoving another finger in. the suddenness makes your body flinch against the kitchen island behind, wide-eyed and gasping.
it hurts. you were sobbing much louder earlier, but it’s turned into weak sniffling and simple tears. why was he doing this to you? you didn’t think case ever hated you, and he never hurt you. the only protests you're making are to protect your dignity against something so mortifying. straining to say something, anything, case just shoves his tongue past your lips. it effectively cuts you off, busying his tongue by licking the roof of your mouth and making you cringe. it's not to kiss, but to instead explore every inch of your mouth that he can reach; shoving your skulls together to get to the crevices that he wouldn't be able to in even his highest effort. if he could slam his head through yours just to feel everything you could give, he would. you whine as one of his knees lifts between your thighs and presses against your cunt. you would have seen it coming had you not closed your eyes.
he’s knuckle deep, two fingers prodding in and out like nothing, like it doesn’t hurt. your skin tears, and you squeal into his mouth. you bite down on his tongue, but he doesn’t pull away. he just adds another finger, cramming you full.
it feels almost intimate. is this love for him? maybe in another form of reality, this is something romantic to both of you. not a horrific and dehumanizing act. somewhere else, his fingers would reach gently to hold the curve of your waist, instead of smearing your own blood around on your stomach. case’s tongue snatches from your mouth, dragging it along your neck and sucking inconsistently on the skin while you whimper.
he pulls out, only for a few moments to grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. there’s little regard for your inability to sit up. black bra exposed, and he gropes your left breast through the cotton and foam padding. no hesitation or time wasted before he comes to sloppily suck on the curve of your breast. the wet noise fills the air. is this foreplay? what the fuck is happening?
before the opportunity to further the spiral in your head comes, case starts again. he shoves his fingers back into your stomach, giving you back that forgotten need to puke. it irritates you, and you spit on him. landing on his cheek, he doesn’t care to wipe it off. why should he be afraid of your spit, anyway? after what he’s done?
is he disgusting for doing this? are you disgusting for enjoying it?
I'm not exaggerating when I tell you I think about that piece once a month. I do miss it dearly but I am eagerly and patiently waiting for Strangers! Happy to see you've found some joy in writing again. 🫂
i will literally revise and repost it just for you. anon we can get married and run away into the sun together would you like that. i will even post strangers chapter by chapter just for you. actually no i won't. i'm scared that if i do that i will disappear again. but you are so close to my heart it was considered mwahhhh
edit: hiii working on it rn and this will be getting a scene change because i don't want reader and case's final moments to be wound fucking each other in a helicopter okay bye mwah
Thinking of your Case fingering readers bullet hole on this gloomy day...
sighhhh. what a message. my god. i don’t even know how to describe that piece or how this message makes me feel. i genuinely believed it wasn’t worth lingering in anyone’s head, so it’s been dead and dear to me at the same time. have rarely thought about it. i would repost it if i wasn’t so terrified of Something i can’t identify. maybe i will. i don’t know. it was definitely something.
and what timing lol. first thing i see after getting back on. got sick and the weather has been in the double negatives, meaning no energy to get on social media or get out of bed.
thinking about this again and doing laps in my head. you guys so easily say things that stick to my soul and brain. every time i work on strangers, i always think of that piece, which makes me think of this ask in turn :(
anon i hope you know that you thinking of my first piece that felt insanely out of the box for me means So much. i gen thought NOBODY fucked with it and just sighhhh. i love you please let me hug you
hi! i do just wanna say i am working still, i haven't abandoned my blog (again)
i've been planning and writing this series of case x reader x jane, but i'm trying to be decently accurate with some stuff. it's been an idea since black ops six first ever released! can you believe it? in any other world, i'm also working on other stuff too, so mostly a rotation of attention. hope valentine's day was well for everyone, stay warm and loved <3
doing okay, still working on the case x reader x jane fanfic, on chapter 4/12 (technically 14) i have planned out. it now has a name until i hate it lol. it's called strangers, and each chapter is titled after a different medication or medical injections, which you will learn why later <3 i want to keep the big twist secret. still alive still here blah blah blah
hi! i do just wanna say i am working still, i haven't abandoned my blog (again)
i've been planning and writing this series of case x reader x jane, but i'm trying to be decently accurate with some stuff. it's been an idea since black ops six first ever released! can you believe it? in any other world, i'm also working on other stuff too, so mostly a rotation of attention. hope valentine's day was well for everyone, stay warm and loved <3
Thinking of your Case fingering readers bullet hole on this gloomy day...
sighhhh. what a message. my god. i don’t even know how to describe that piece or how this message makes me feel. i genuinely believed it wasn’t worth lingering in anyone’s head, so it’s been dead and dear to me at the same time. have rarely thought about it. i would repost it if i wasn’t so terrified of Something i can’t identify. maybe i will. i don’t know. it was definitely something.
and what timing lol. first thing i see after getting back on. got sick and the weather has been in the double negatives, meaning no energy to get on social media or get out of bed.
God Adler is just so smoking in the Season 1 Cinematic intro(1984) 🫠
confession: i lowkey only got into multiplayer during modern warfare three, so i never saw them and only saw screenshots from tumblr and pinterest. i know the storyline because it's attached to zombies lore loosely, but i'll go watch them soon <3
omfg thank you lacie for the brainworms bc now I have enough to make this post…. (And also your words have left me thinking)
The comparisons between Willoughby and Mick have always been such an overlapping deal that I’ve enjoyed exploring? aside from the occasionally humorous nature of “they’re both blonde and Twinks!” Mick, despite growing up in the Dustbowl area, he isn’t afraid of natural disasters. He isn’t afraid of storms, unless he’s high as a kite.
Mick was always alone, thought he didn’t need anyone, he’d just bounce back to someone else to beg off of.
But Adler weirdly changed that, in a sense?
There was a dependence made between both of them, one that Mick desperately held close to himself despite the bruises and chided remarks made between themselves. Between all the one-sided grief of “I want to marry you” and “you’re not a man I can marry properly.”
The warmth lingers on every motel bed that they encounter themselves on. And one day, Adler’s just gone.
No letter, no cash, no phone call to spill his guts before one “last dangerous mission that he’s scared he might die on so he says I-love-you”—that wasn’t Adler, would never be him. It’s silence, the same that mick tried desperately to run away from, the same one that he couldn’t handle. Standing in the eye of a storm no boy like him should be warped by.
It’s terrifying. With no hand at his nape. he’d been domesticated, for what? To be left on the side of the road? No, that wasn’t right.
And mick curls in on himself that night, and swears, “he’ll be back by the morning.” And even if the sun gleamed as bright, there was still the humidity that choked him. The ever present call of the storm.
that ringing in my ear i get from time to time isn’t a sign of damage nor is it from years of having my headphones at full volume. that is the angels speaking to me, and they are telling me to kill you.
Hello 😊 I've been following you since your first blog and just found you again! I'm happy to see you back, even if you don't have a lot up. Can I ask how you find the inspiration to write? I know you answered it before, but it has been a while. I wanna get started but you seem to find inspiration easier than me, and wanted to know if you had advice?
hi! you sent this a while ago, and my apologies for not answering earlier.
my inspirations fluctuate. you know how most artists have a muse? mine changes daily, weekly if i'm fixated on some bullshit i saw at the start of said week. that's the thing that pushes me to keep going, if i get exhausted of something, i let it go. inspiration is in everything and nothing at all, you can find it in music, in pinterest, in poems, in books, in movies, in tv, in anything you can think of. do not be afraid to step outside the boxes of your own aesthetic. and i don’t find inspiration easier than anyone else, you’ll find something, i am so sure of it <3
i've talked about it a million times over, but i started because i was too afraid to share my work in a creative writing class. my writing has improved over the years, thank god, and i still love to post. i got overwhelmed by how lonely i can feel, which is partially why i have quit many times. i've gotten a lot of inspiration and artistic direction from other people, which is crucial. when you are in your own bubble all the time, feeding into that loneliness, you will produce low effort work that doesn't appease you because you will convince yourself others hate it. i'm not saying build twenty million friendships on tumblr dot com, just try to be involved in the fandom circle.
hello oomf …,,, your recent post about the demos (and me listening to them finally) have give me AdlerMick brainworms without hesitance,, thank you 🥹
oomf to oomf ethel cain telepathy!!! but seriously, i have been plagued by Visions since i heard it. seeing her little “behind the track” descriptions has also given me brainworms on my ideas and what to do with them.
week one of bi-weekly pay: ethel cain and orville peck influenced fanfics/gifs.
week two: ice soup and tap water.
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