#deer season is so close i can smell it

[carame1bunny]

𝕭𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓

note: this is the part 2 for this, but you can read it individually too:) I know they can’t reproduce in hell, so let’s pretend that they can! And thank you so much for all the support, really means a lot to me!🤍

Pairing: Alastor x fem!doe Reader

summary: Alastor, nor Y/N can’t resist against their instincts anymore

warning: SMUT (minors dni), heavy breeding kink, impregnation kink (i’m not sure if this is the right term, but you know what I mean:)) biting, knotting, primal stuff in general, dirty talk, like a lot of dirty talk, ooc Alastor, (forgive me if I forgot anything pls)

Y/N got back in her room as soon as she could. This was her first heat, who knew they were this tiring? Especially given to the fact that she did absolutely nothing. Her daily mating season routine consisted of: sleeping, eating and masturbating. Therefore, she didn’t know the power a male deer could have over her, especially a male overlord demon deer. She wasn’t this down bad for him until he gave her a command, that made something click within her. Her hands were shaking and her mind was chanting.

Bigger nest, bigger nest, fawn, fawn, fawn, Alastor.

Her mind kept on repeating these words while she clawed her dresser open to take every soft thing out, to make her nest bigger.

When she finally made it twice as big, she curled up in there and tried to wait patiently for Alastor, although her body craved him more instead of the sweets. She felt the shiver crawl up and down her back, the hot feeling in her lower tummy made itself known harder than before.

Fuck it. She couldn’t wait. She needed release now.

She rolled on her back and spread her legs, her fingers were under her dress not even a second later. She was unbelievably wet, the crotch of her underwear was soaked, her body was ready to be mated, to be bred. She huffed in disappointment, her fingers weren’t enough, she needed more. So her firmest pillow was snatched and she began grinding down on it, yeah, this was way better. She couldn’t help it, she kept on imagining that it wasn’t a pillow that she was riding on, but Alastor.

She suddenly got a whiff of his musky scent and her hips dug themselves deeper into the pillow. Seconds later, she heard the locks clicking and the door opening…

Alastor could smell her arousal the second he stepped back in the hotel. A sweet scent coming from her room, she was more aroused than ever. While he was out of town, he caught a few scents of does in heat, but they couldn’t even come close to Y/N. He felt lucky that he was alone in the parlor, he could have felt ashamed, it was obvious that everyone left so the two deers could do their thing. But, shame was the last thing in his mind. All of his senses were occupied with Y/N. He felt the fabric of his pants becoming tighter, his breathing becoming heavier. He needed her. Now.

As he was on his way to her room, he was in and out of his demon form, desperate to feel the worked-up doe. Her scent was more intense, it fogged up his mind, making all of his thoughts circle around her. His knuckle ghosted over her door, but in that moment, knocking seemed useless and stupid. One of his shadows creeped under her door to open up the locks, when the door creaked open, he stepped in.

She was halfway on her stomach, one of her thighs was lifted and across the pillow, her needy pussy making a mess on the side of the pillow. There it was, the door opening. She blinked twice and Alastor was looking at her from the door. He still looked put-together, but his hair showed that he was running his fingers through it a lot.

Her big doe eyes were nearly in tears at the sight of him, she was relieved. She sat up on her knees, her dress was disheveled and her hair was messy.

“Alastor…?” She whispered, her eyes were hypnotized by him. His musky scent mingled with her sweet one, creating a new one that was them.

The desperation evident in her tone. Alastor got him coat off and went down on one knee before her. His clawed fingers reaching out to caress her blushing cheeks, she of course, nuzzled her face into his gentle touch. “Oh, you poor thing. Suffering all by yourself, hm?” He felt proper sympathy for the doe before him.

“Please, help me.” She purred into his hand, then she straightened her back out to rub her cheek against his. “I need you, Alastor, only you.” He almost didn’t notice how she managed to sneak his kneeling leg between hers and began grinding down on it. But he did know that he was about to lose his goddamn mind. This is music to a bucks ears, a pretty little doe begging for him and telling him that he was the one she needed, it is an honor really.

He put both of his hands on her face to make sure she looked into his eyes. “There, there. Don’t you worry, I’ll help you.” She squeaked in joy, she was about to crawl on him, when he stopped her. He got her into his lap and stepped inside her nest, sitting down with both her legs around his waist. “But… If you and I do this, there is no going back. This won’t be a one time thing, where we fuck just to get through our heat. No. You and I will be mates.” His demon form started to show slowly, his antlers growing, his smile getting bigger and his form getting taller. “No other bucks. You will bear me fawns, and I keep you safe and loved. Understood?”

There was a few second silence before she smiled and reached out to gently pet his ears and antlers, which went right back to it’s normal size. She was petting him in his sensitive spots, only a bucks mate was allowed to do that. He got his answer, but she spoke.

“I want that. I want you, Alastor, I really do. But… Are you sure? If you are to become my mate, I want you to know that I’ll need you around, all the ti—-“

Alastor chuckled and pulled her into a deep kiss, her tense body instantly relaxed. Their lips were dancing together, with every second they somehow mushed their bodies closer together. “I promise to give you everything you could ever need, want and more, my mate.”

They both gave themselves to the primal desire. They undressed each other in a hurry, or more like, Alastor sloppily removed his clothes, and tore Y/N dress in half. “Hey!” She shrieked, with a giggle.

He shushed her with another heated kiss. “I’ll buy you a thousand more, but not too soon, you won’t need clothes for a while.” His static voice slipped into an even more dominant one, a command.

He gladly acknowledged that she wasn’t wearing anything under her dress. She looked perfect. Her usually slender frame had some extra pounds, in all the right places. He flipped them around, so his mate was right under him, on perfect display for him. His lips wandered from hers and down to her neck, his tongue marked the spot where he would leave his bite on her, before continuing his journey lower.

He stopped at her chest, his fingers pushed one of her breasts to the side, so he could lightly bite into the flesh. Her nipple poked out from between his fingers, they were firm and begging to be sucked on. “What gorgeous breasts, my doe. My babies will have the finest to feed from.” He started sucking on her nipple, while pinching and kneading the other. He switched to the other one, and suckled. He did that until both her tits were covered in bite marks, her nipples were hard as rocks and the skin around nearly crimson. “I can’t wait to see them full of milk, I’ll have my lips around these beauties all day, before our little fawn arrives. Can’t have you feeling uncomfortable from all the milk your body is preparing, now can we? Daddy is going to help mommy out.” His dirty talking got her even more worked up, every single nerve in her body was aching for him, and for the baby that he’ll give her soon enough. He went lower, stopping at her lower belly and hips. “Would you look at that!” Both his hands smoothed themselves from her waist to her hips, gripping the fat on her hips. She didn’t even have time to fall into insecurity because of her slight weight gain, before he spoke. “You really are perfect. You were made for me. Made to bear my offspring, my gorgeous darling.”

He couldn’t help himself, he had to leave a few bite marks there too, then he completely got on his knees before her spread legs. He buried his face between her thighs, the source of her heavenly scent. His nose accidentally poked her already puffy clit and her whole body jolted. He decided to just bury his face into her, his tongue and lips were working in unison. Her moans made him go harder and faster, just like her delicate fingers that were gripping into his antlers.

One of his hands sneaked up her thigh, only to slip into her wet entrance. “Oh~ Alastor!” Her back arched.

Alastor looked up at her, half his face was covered in her arousal, a string of slick still connected his lips to her pussy. “I know, I know. Give me a second.” He made his shadow throw both her legs over his shoulder and arch her hips upwards, which made her a bit confused. “What are y—OH FUCK!” She felt his finger press into a spot deep inside her, her g-spot.

“Found it.” He chuckled smugly, bastard.

He went on like that for a while, bringing her to an orgasm over and over again, until she was begging.

“Alastor! Please, fuck me. PLEASE!”

He crawled up her body, now being face to face with her. His lips were swollen from literally making out with her pussy. “What was that, my dear?” He straightened up so he could begin unbuttoning his shirt, which he usually wouldn’t do, but he knew that his mate would need skin to skin contact, it helps them bond more.

“Fuck me. I am begging!” Her fingers reached up to help him with the buttons, small gestures, but oh so lovely!

“Excuse me, I can’t seem to he—“ he took himself out of his pants, before she grabbed onto his antlers and pulled his face beside hers, so she could whisper into his ear.

“Fuck me, breed me, knot me! I-I need you to finish inside, I’m more fertile than ever. Let me give you everything!” She started grinding against his hard and heavy cock, which stood proudly between them, impossibly hard for her and her warm cunt.

Alastor turned his head to seal their lips together, while he guided his cock inside of her.

They both sighed in relief, it felt so damn right for them to be connected like this. No wonder they were getting dizzy from each other’s scent, they were meant to be. She felt him nudge at her cervix, and curving right into her special spot.

He wrapped his strong arms around her, completely enveloping her, while pounding into her with no mercy.

“See what you do to me? The second I stepped into the hotel, I felt you. I have felt you for days. I have felt you every single time your curious little fingers sneaked under your dress, every fucking time.” His head was right next to hers, nuzzling his skin into her soft hair, finding comfort in it.

“I-I always had to do something down there wherever I felt your scent, I couldn’t do it if you weren’t around.” Her hands petted his ears, she was still gentle with him when his hips snapped into hers constantly. “I had you on my mind, when I was nesting. I wanted to show you, so you could be proud of me. I made it for you. Soft and warm… for you.” What a lovely creature she was, so kind hearted.

“Oh, my darling doe. You will make the greatest mother to our fawns. You will take care of them as much as you’re taking care of me… My sweet love, the sweetest mother to my children. I will be there for you, always. How could I ever let you go after this? My mate, I would hate to cause you the slightest pain, but I have to bite you… To bond us together.” He buried his face into her neck, licking at the spot he was eyeing earlier.

“I know. Do it. Bite me, and give me what we need. Give me our little fawns.”

He positioned her into a mating press, both of them moaned at this new position. His cock was nearly up in her womb. He reached down to stimulate her clit, he needed her to come, so he could fertilize her egg better.

“I will make your belly swollen, every part of your body will be swelling with my child.” His primal instincts were consuming him. “You will have a piece of me inside you. All. The. Fucking. Time. And everyone will see. Everyone will see how good my mate is treated, how good I fuck her. Everyone will know that I impregnated her. I will fucking breed you!” He felt his balls tighten and the base of his cock swelling, he was about to cum. Luckily she…

“ALASTOR! I’M ABOUT TO—-OH~”

He felt her clench around him, milking him for all his worth. He bit down hardly on her neck, leaving his bite mark that would always grace her skin, making her his forever. It was like marriage, but with deers.

She moaned loudly when she felt him fill her up, and it just kept on coming. He really set his mind into knocking her up.

Even when he stopped pumping his sperm into her, they were still stuck together. They kept each other warm in their embrace.

Alastor suddenly felt her shiver, so he flipped them to the side, so he could completely shield her from everything in his arms. He reached for a blanket and tucked her and himself in. Even after his swelling went back to normal, they still held each other tightly.

He kept looking down at her, admiring her, and gently caressing her skin.

“My beautiful doe, my gorgeous mate… You did so well. You’re my good girl.” He whispered to her, but her energy was down low. Her body was tired, and her mind was fogged. He reached over to grab the sweets that got them in this position in the first place. He started feeding her, before rocking her side to side to calm down her wildly beating heart.

“Thank you, Alastor… For everything, and more.” He could see the admiration in her eyes when she looked up at him with a smile. “I am proud to be your mate.” She looked down and palmed her tummy, caressing it with love. “I really hope we did it. I cannot wait for us to have our own little baby.”

“Me neither, my doe, me neither. But… If you didn’t get pregnant now, I’ll make sure that you get pregnant in the next few days.” He kissed her all around her face, making her giggle. “Now, sleep. I can’t have you tired tomorrow, we’ll have a lot of mating duties together.”

She grinned up at him. “Do we now?”

“Oh, yeah. We have to make sure that your womb will bring us a fawn soon. We have a lot of breeding and fucking to do.” He chuckled with her. She then snuggled into him, falling asleep, in the radio demon’s protective embrace.

Her mate’s embrace.

Taglist: @jyoongim @lovingyeet @adamwarlockislife-blog @that-dumb-bitch @midorichoco @alastorswifeee

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Just a silly question but how will cotton react when he saw or knew that y/n REALLY love to eat rabbits and have a weird obsession for eating them? Like. Is he gonna be terrified or he gonna be like "stay away from my child but I still love U tho"

-(I wanna be the 🦖 anon please and yes the ask earlier where I quack was me too )

Cotton x carnivore!darling

Tw: minor body horror, cannibalism, reader can be another hybrid or human, cotton being cotton, blood mentioned. Not proofread 🌺

🔪he knew there was something wrong with you. From the moment you took him in and nursed him to health. To the way your hands glided over his abdomen and raked down his thighs. Your eyes staring hungrily at his throat. He saw the red flags, but he ignored them, because you made him feel something he thought he hated. Fear. Adrenaline.

🔪when you reluctantly let him go, he begged to stay. He knew he wasn't much of a meal but won't you give him a chance? He'll gladly let you tear open his chest and claw out his intestines. How would you eat him? Raw and fresh? Or cooked and seasoned? The thought excited him beyond belief!

🔪when you had your first litter of children, he quite literally had to pry them from your hold. He loved you but he couldn't risk you eating your newborns. So for the first few months he raised them himself from a distance. The only way he'd let you near them would be if he was close by and had a sedative in hand.

🔪 while quickly becoming a prisoner in your own home, Your shorter than average husband was constantly breathing down your neck, his gaze never leaving your form. And with the help of your offspring, life got even more suffocating. You loved your children, you really did. But you could never really get rid of that little itch in your mouth begging to sink into some meat. When was the last time you had it? You were starving.. you didn't want to eat vegetables anymore..

🔪one night you went missing. How the hell did you break out of the chains he found. He felt his heart stop and scrambled out of your bed. Ears moving around to try and catch any noise. Quickly rushing to the children's rooms, he relaxed in seeing them all safe and sound. Until he heard something from outside. Grabbing the dart gun from his bedside, he stepped out slowly. Following the smell of blood and cracking of what sounded like bones. Going Deeper into the forest...

🔪and there you were. Crouched over the bodies of what seemed like a deer hybrid family. You didn't seem to notice him, happily chewing and tearing at the flesh underneath you. Blood spewing out onto the dirt floor, he swore he could see a little twitch from the mother's hand. Their bones bent in unnatural places and the gashes on their bodies lethal. He slowly approached, standing over you

"there you are.. where have you gone..? you had me so worried honey..."

🔪 you simply stared up at him, licking your bloody lips and dropping the arm you were chewing on. He could feel himself get hard at the sight. Weirdo. Ignoring the corpses next to him, he set down his gun and kissed you softly. Wiping the rest of the blood off you with his shirt. He learns quickly that once you've eaten meat, you don't need to eat it for a good while. Expect him to hunt down his fellow hybrids for you in the near future. After all, what kind of husband would he be if he kept neglecting your needs?

[sanjoongie]

𝓗𝓲𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁Pairing: Elk! Hybrid Reader (f) x Brown Bear! Hybrid Jongho ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁Au: Hybrid au ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁Trope: roommates to lovers ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁Genre: smut, pwp ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁Rating: 18+, MDNI! ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁Summary: you wake up with your body ready for rutting season, and run to Jongho's room to take out your sexual frustration while he hibernates ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁Word Count: 1,256 ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁Warnings: consensual somnophilia, pre-agreed free use, reader’s body is preparing for rutting season (when the males find the females to mate) so needs no foreplay, animal parts (including bear penis), reader is an elk hybrid so somewhat bigger/chubbier body, dom!reader, sub!jongho ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland beta-ing is a tough job but they do it well. @starlitmark because who would i be if i didn't dedicate a hybrid!jongho fic to you?! ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁banner credit to @cafekitsune

You woke up with a light sheen of sweat covering you and your blankets kicked off. Your lower half throbbed and you can tell your underwear is soaked. A quick glance at your phone and you see your calendar reminder: it’s rutting season. 

A thrill runs through your body. Your roommate is a brown bear hybrid named Jongho. You two had a very clear and concise conversation considering both sides of your animal selves. Jongho’s bear side put him in hibernation mode come winter, in which he pretty much slept most of the time, only waking up for the random shower and to eat. Yours was a touchy-er subject. As a female elk hybrid, your body prepares during the same months for a male elk to mount you. You would be insatiable during the same time that Jongho would be incapacitated. So you two had an agreement: you could get yourself off using Jongho, even as he was asleep. You didn’t have to wake him, you could just do whatever you needed to relieve the pressure within you. That previous thrill sang through your nerves again. You were excited to make use of this roommate clause. 

Clad in nothing but a light sleep shirt, you pad towards Jongho’s room. You duck under the doorframe upon opening the door, careful of your fuzzy antlers knocking against it. Your olfactory senses are immediately besieged with Jongho’s smell: the deep, rich scent of upturned earth and moss. Jongho smells like a forest and it makes you close your eyes and breathe in deeply. 

Your tail flicks tentatively behind you, both nervous and excited. You’ve been anticipating these months, the thought of free use getting you wet, even before the rutting season. You were bigger than most deer; being an elk hybrid dashed the idea of a dainty hybrid out the window. Most predators preferred to tower over their prey. But Jongho couldn't care less. In fact, Jongho admitted, eyeing the floor and then you, that he liked that you could overpower him. There was a little subbie bear under that tough brown bear exterior.

You move over towards Jongho’s bed and find him buried under many blankets. Only his round, cute ears are sticking out. You gently pull and tug and generally unwrap Jongho from his warmth. He’s glad in a simple t-shirt and gray sweats, which makes things extremely easy for you.

You climb onto the bed, quick to straddle Jongho's thick thighs. You reach for his soft cock, quickly glancing up at his parted lips as he snores softly. You grind the ball of your hand into his cock, smiling to yourself when it stirs somewhat in response.

“Mmmm,” Jongho murmurs, sleep lacing through his deep voice.

You pull Jongho’s sweats with zero resistance just past his ass, so you can lick his cock. You need it wet and hard, and what better to prepare you both. You patiently spit and lick until Jongho’s cock and his stomach are covered. You rid yourself of your already-wrecked underwear and begin to sway your hips so that you rub yourself against Jongho’s dick.

The sleepy bear furrows his eyebrows cutely as your slick-covered lower lips rub along his cock. His hips tilt slightly, body enjoying the sensation. “There, there, little bear,” You can’t help but coo, “Let me use your big, fat cock to get off.”

The frown eases up at the sound of your voice and a faint smile pulls at his lips. “Good,” he whispers, snuggling back into the nest of his blankets.

At first, you enjoy the rub. Jongho’s fat dick really does a good job rubbing against your swollen clit. You run through your first orgasm in record time. Your second one takes a bit more time to bring forth, but you can feel the slight prick of Jongho’s clawed nails digging into your legs and that aids you in the process. By the time you’re working on your third orgasm, your hole is aching to be stuffed. You can’t, you’re too fertile, and you don’t have an approved mating ticket this season, but it’s hard to fight the instinctual urge to impale yourself on Jongho’s cock.

Jongho chooses that moment of weakness to pull out of his hibernation sleep. His eyes blink wearily but when he zones into your pussy lips running along his cock, he chuckles quietly. “Hello, sweetness.” Jongho said you smelled like elderberries to him and thus his nickname of sweetness. If there was anything the hybrid bear loved the most, it was berries. 

“Go back to sleep, little bear,” You grunt as you dangerously circle the head of jongho’s dick with your hole. 

Jongho pouts, “I haven’t even come yet!”

Suddenly, your needs cease to matter, as that lucious lower lip juts out. “You know you’re built to last, little bear.” You push back your lower half until your lips are just at the base of his cock and your finger plays with his sensitive head. The bone in his penis meant that Jongho could fuck for literal hours and never get soft. In fact, you were counting on it.

“Please,” he begs in a small voice, “Please let me come, sweetness.”

You torture him, circling the head of his cock with your fingertip. Jongho cries and bucks, and you simply lean over and hold him down with your free hand. You watch with expectation as small puffs of air escape Jongho's pink lips, his eyes rolling wildly as you torment him with the simple movement of your fingertip around and around his cockhead. 

“Use me,” Jongho whines, using a different method to get what he wants.

“Want me to use your fat cock again, little bear? Use your fat cock to get relief?” You coo at him.

Jongho runs his claws lightly up and down your thighs, beseeching you. “That's all I want. Again and again.” His eyes move towards where you still sit your wet pussy against the base of his cock, mentally urging you to move against him again.

Jongho’s cheeks heat up in embarrassment and lust. “Wanna feel your pussy walls flutter as you come against my cock. Like feeling you hold me down.”

You lean forward even more, your forearm bracing against his collarbone and your other hand lazily playing with one of his pebbled nipples. You slowly move your hips up and down his length, watching Jongho's cock twitch upwards, and then moving back to watch his face contort into pleasure.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he whines, closing his eyes, to focus on his climax.

“You gonna come, little bear?” You mock and degrade him, “Gonna come from just my wet pussy rubbing against you? You're so easy.”

“I'm easy, I'm weak, just for you, just for your cock-hungry pussy, sweetness,” Jongho murmurs.

His own response spurns your pleasure forward, seeking out yet another release from your easy-going, sleepy, needy bear hybrid roommate. He comes before you, nose scrunched and lips in a small ‘o’. You quickly follow, hips jerking with each convulsion of your cunt. Soon, your foreheads are pressed together, sweaty but satisfied. 

“I should probably clean you…” The words died in your mouth as you realized Jongho was back to snoring, the climax launching him back into his hibernation. 

Your body seemed content with the many orgasms you pulled from Jongho’s body so you thought a nap didn’t sound so bad. And maybe when you woke up… you’d bother to go find a condom so you could finally fuck your little bear.

[froggywritesstuff]

yandere Tara Carpenter x male reader

holiday promise | yandere!tara carpenter

ship/pairing: Yandere!Tara Carpenter x male!reader

fandom: Scream

warnings: yandere, kidnapping, chains, being gagged, delusional Tara, slight stockholm syndrome, unwanted touching (not sexual), not proofread

word count: 731

A/N: i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life. this is sort of christmas/holiday themed, so if you don't celebrate that kind of stuff, feel free to keep scrolling. I wrote this in like 20 minutes so apologies for the lack of good quality writing. no use of y/n

Tara wasn't an idiot. She knew when her sister was up to something. Especially when she roped her friends into it and they 'whispered' right outside Tara's room. She wasn't surprised though. Sam, Mindy and Chad had grown to be very protective of the people they cared about, especially when it came to Tara. So when Tara cried into her sister's arms over her missing boyfriend, she knew Sam would go overboard trying to help her.

Tara placed the last poster into her bag, and made her way to the door, preparing herself for the looks of pity she was bound to receive. As she opened the door, she rushed past her friends, noting their deer in the headlights looks as if they weren't expecting her to open the door so soon.

Sam quickly followed after her sister, "Tara, do you have a sec?" 

Tara sighed silently, setting her bag on the floor as she grabbed her shoes by the door, "Not really, I gotta go."

"Do you want some company?" Chad suggested, sounding a little too desperate and not at all like he, Mindy and Sam hadn't planned this.

Tara shook her head as she laced up her shoes, "No, not today."

"We're getting worried about you." Sam admitted, though it wasn't at all a secret to Tara.

Mindy nodded, "We know you wanna be alone, but you don't have to be. We're here for you. So if you wanna talk, or if you want some help putting up posters, you can come to us."

Tara stood up to her full height, slinging her bag strap around her shoulder and staring expressionlessly at the three, "I said I just wanna be alone."

With that, she was out the door. She went downstairs and outside the apartment building, being met with the cool wind outside. The sky was cloudy and grey, and the air smelled of rain. She briskly walked down the streets of New York, until she made her way down an alleyway. She looked around and behind her, checking no one was following her, before she reached into her pocket, pulled out some keys and entered an old, mostly abandoned building. Locking the door behind her, she walked further into the house, footsteps sounding against the stone floor, until she reached a locked door leading to a room. Unlocking the door with her keys again, she pushed open the door, smiling at the sight of you. You were curled up in the corner shivering, the chains around your wrists clattering together.

"Can I sit with you?"

You said nothing, which was mainly the result of a gag shoved in your mouth, but Tara took your wide-eyed fearful stare as a yes, and sat down beside you. She smiled, cuddling close to you and grabbing her bag, unzipping it and showing you it's contents.

"Since it's the holiday season, I thought I should get you some things." she pulled out a soft, fluffy blanket, wasting no time to wrap it around your shoulders. She knew you would need it, you were sitting on the stone ground all day, and the weather wasn't getting warmer any time soon. She pulled the gag out of your mouth, sending you into a coughing fit, and she grabbed some snacks, setting them on the ground in front of you. "Just because you're spending the holidays here, doesn't mean you can't celebrate with me."

As your coughs died down, you looked at her smiling face, and for the first time since Tara took you here, you felt a calm feeling. You never felt that when Tara was around. But maybe she did care? Maybe she did really love you, she just didn't know how to show it...

"Oh, I wanna show you something." you stared at the bag Tara was searching through, until she pulled out a poster that made your heart drop. At the top of the page was bold, black letters reading: MISSING. Underneath was your name, your picture, some other information about you, and Tara's phone number at the bottom. "How does this look?" she noticed your wide eyes and sensed your fear, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna let anyone find you, these are just so no one gets suspicious." she smiled at you, lifting her hand to your cheek, "I'm never gonna let anyone take you from me. That's a promise."

[captain-mj]

Hmm what if—

Little red riding hood Soap and big bad wolf Ghost but—

Soap is not a little girl going to grandma’s house but a hunter in disguise trying to lure the wolf out to kill it, however—

Ghost has been watching the hunter with interest for a while and didn’t fall for Soap’s little trick, so—

They somehow ended up fucking :)

OH absolutely!!! Been a while since I wrote straight smut

CW: slight Dubcon? It’s super clear that Soap is interested, but he won’t admit anything because he’s a hunter

Ghost spent a giant portion of his time hunting, so he didn't fall for the little act of Soap's. He knew exactly what he was doing. The little glances around were not the actions of a nervous little prey item, but the experienced actions of someone who knew what to look out for.

It was currently February, meaning it was smack dab in the middle of his normal mating season. The scent of this hunter set his senses alight. They smelled of wolfsbane and... wolf? Right above human? Either way, they certainly got his instincts going if nothing else. Something just rugged enough to tie it up in to a nice little present for Ghost was there too.

He wondered what this hunter would do if they knew the monster they were hunting was not only hunting him back, but thinking of how he'd look knotted and fucked out.

This guy looked very much like he'd whimper if Ghost railed him just right.

Soap went down the trail, spreading their scent. His crossbow was clipped to his belt, Ghost just barely seeing it.

He snapped a twig and silently disappeared in the other direction, watching Soap whip it out and shoot a bolt exactly where he had just been.

Ghost circled around, doing it a few more times until Soap was on edge and aiming at one specific spot. All of his focus was on the small area where twigs kept snapping and not Ghost sneaking up on him.

His hands fit around Soap's waist as he dragged him to the ground.

Soap tried to defend himself but they were too close now and he couldn't get the crossbow between them to hit him. Ghost put one giant clawed hand around Soap's throat and pinned one of other arms, leaving him to pathetically kick and hit at him.

"Stop squirming."

Soap paused. "You can speak? Wasn't expecting that."

Ghost flipped him over and shoved his face into the ground, looking at the red hood that covered him. It went down his back like a cape and it was in the way.

Ghost shoved it to the side and paused.

Soap grabbed one of the knives on his belt and embedded it in Ghost's arm. He quickly bit him where his scruff would be and snarled, both of them at a stand still.

"Knife catch you by surprise?" Soap referred to when he paused, wondering if it was because he had more weapons.

Ghost laughed. "How fat your ass is."

Soap became belligerent. Quickly gasping and thrashing and acting like Ghost had been wildly inappropriate. "You! Don't look at my..." his ears were bright red.

Ghost bit down a tiny bit harder. "Take that fucking knife out of me before I break your spine."

Soap hesitated before yanking it out. "You murderer."

"I've only murdered deer." Ghost crouched on top of him. "No human murdering here."

Soap scowled. "Liar." He finally got the upper hand, kicking Ghost directly in the ribs.

Ghost yelped and leaps back. “I haven’t. Humans have too many bones And the meat is too sweet. Might make an exception for you.”

Soap frowned at him but didn’t move. They both stayed still and just stared.

“Huh.”

“What?”

“For some reason, I believe you.” Soap sat up and slowly got up. “You really haven’t eaten anybody?”

Ghost shook his head. “Plenty of deer to go around.”

Soap slowly raised his bow. “Why did you attack me then? Why not leave? And why make that weird comment??”

Ghost stretched to his full height of 6’4 and his fur stood on end to make himself look bigger. “You hunted me first.”

“Fair point. And that comment?”

“An observation.” Ghost growled softly and Soap scoffed, glancing away. He took advantage of that moment of weakness, running at him and grabbing him again, letting them both fall. Soap’s hands were trapped under Ghost’s legs and he couldn’t move more than an inch. “You should really research creatures you hunt.”

Soap scowled at him before flushing as Ghost forced his legs open. He didn’t plan to do anything to Soap. Especially not anything unwanted. However, he definitely wanted one thing and that was to find out where the scent of wolf was. And also to maybe enjoy more of him. Perfect material for later.

He pressed his nose to the inside of his thigh where his arteries were.

Soap was hard. He felt it against his cheek. His entire face was bright red as Ghost kept his legs open. There wasn’t an ounce of fight in him as Ghost continued to sniff over him. He found the piece of wolf hide in his pocket and felt a tad betrayed.

Soap hummed. “It was that or dog piss. Heard both attract you guys.” He glanced down and saw the way Ghost was tensed.

Ghost ran his nails gently over his chest. “How evil. To trick a wolf looking for a mate like that.”

Soap turned bright red. “Oh. Oh.”

Ghost grinned, giant teeth showing. He started to drag him to his cave and Soap started to fight again. “Wait. Wait!! I wouldn’t be a good mate. I’m terrible at cooking.”

“Got thick thighs. All I really need.”

“You can’t even breed me!”

“I’m sure I could try.” Ghost looked down, noticing that Soap was not bothering to grab his crossbow. “I should at least try knotting you a few times.”

Soap flushed as he was put in Ghost’s nest. The bow was clearly dropped by the entrance. “What about…” He went quiet as Ghost grabbed him and undressed him roughly. His thighs went around Ghost’s shoulders.

“You smell sweet.” He ran his tongue over the vein in his leg before nuzzling into the soft skin. ���Really sweet.”

Soap tried to kick him but Ghost wouldn’t let him. “Awa' an bile yer heid.”

“Speak English. If I can learn your language, you can speak the one I know.”

That red cape stayed on.

It was the only thing that stayed on Soap as Ghost started to lick at his body. He couldn’t use his claws to prep him so his tongue would have to do.

Soap did whimper. They were small and stunted, clearly he wanted to cover them. But Ghost heard everything. So he pushed his tongue into him instead of just teasing.

Soap jackknifed, hands scrambling to tangle into his hair. He shook slightly before a tremble ran up his spine. “So good. So deep, Jesus.”

Ghost didn’t bother responding. He just enjoyed his meal until Soap had saliva running down his thighs and he had been loosened up. Soap had long started begging for something. Ghost wasn’t sure if it was for him to stop or give him more but he was yanking Ghost close and crying in pleasure every second he could.

Slowly, making sure to draw it out, Ghost pulled his tongue away from Soap’s now gaping hole. Soap whined and clenched desperately around nothing.

Ghost yanked him around, positioning him so he was presenting. Soap arched his back like he was trained to do it, hiding his face in his arms as if embarrassed.

“Are you big?”

Ghost lined up, not answering verbally. Instead he just started to press himself inside.

Tight.

So tight.

His brain stopped functioning, only able to focus on thrusting more of himself in.

Soap panted in arousal and he spread his legs a little to give Ghost more room. Despite how big Ghost was, he made it look easy as his eyes rolled back. He whimpered once Ghost had almost finished sliding in.

“So big. What the Fuck.” Soap wiggled his ass enticingly and Ghost slammed in the last couple of inches. He wailed at the feeling and then broke off into little whimpers. “Splitting me open.”

Ghost’s head felt fuzzy from a mix of Soap’s compliments and the tight, hot thing around him. He was supposed to let him go for other people after this? No. He’d convince him to stay. Only Ghost got to enjoy this.

Maybe he could train him so he could only cum on his knot. Imagining Soap having to come back, sexually frustrated and needing something only Ghost could give him.

He finally started moving, now sure Soap wouldn’t break apart if he did.

“Soap right?”

“You can call me Johnny.” He said, looking blissful. Tears were running down his face and one hand was now pressed to his stomach where Ghost was. “Oh god, it’s so good. So much.” He cut himself off to scream as Ghost found something.

Ghost sped up and planted by his ear. He bit at his throat gently, slamming in over and over and over again.

Soap sobbed as he came all over himself, eyes rolling back. His legs were shaking so hard, they gave out, only held up by Ghost’s hands.

Soap sobbed harder when Ghost started to knot him. Ghost worried for a minute he might actually be hurting him until he heard the frantic pleading for him to break him open. He was clearly enjoying himself.

When he finished knotting him, he came, rocking insistently right against his prostate the whole time.

“There we go.” Ghost slapped his ass. “Told you, nice thighs were all I need. An accent doesn’t hurt.”

Soap nodded. “Aren’t you going to pull out?”

“You don’t want me to do that.”

Soap growled at him before shifting and gasping. “How long until your knot goes down?”

“Long enough for me to recover for round two.”

“And how long do you plan on keeping me here?” Soap sounded cheeky.

“As long as you’ll let me.”

-

Ghost proceeded to pin him to the wall and fuck several orgasms out of him. Soap barely seemed coherent towards the end, legs trying to keep Ghost moving.

Cum was running down Soap’s legs as Ghost continued, searching for his own release. He felt Soap shudder and cry into his shoulder.

“I can’t keep… Fucking hell, you’re going to drive me insane.”

Ghost picked up the place at that and Soap held him tight. He screamed properly when knotted this time, sensitive and sore and open enough that there was a sweet sting of pleasure to it and Ghost watched his cock twitch.

Soap stared at the ceiling, clearly trying his best to collect himself.

“So what position do you want to do next?”

Soap whimpered but when Ghost licked at his tears Im apology, he leaned in.

“Can we do it on the floor again? Me facing you this time?”

Done.

-

Ghost regretted not doing this first. Soap’s ankles were by his ears as he pounded into him. His whole body was getting more and more instinct driven. It was a shame Soap simply wasn’t capable of really coming anymore. The little masochist was still enjoying it, but he was tapped out.

That didn’t mean Ghost didn’t put all his effort into making him. Poor thing looked positively broken.

“Johnny.”

“Mmh.” Soap managed, clearly in a state of bliss.

“You alright?”

“Please keep knotting me.”

That was all Ghost needed. He adjusted his position and started to pound into him, making Soap twitch and clench around him with every thrust.

“You were made for this. Being bred by me. Wonder what everyone would think if they knew you. A great hunter was so easy.”

Soap whimpered And his cock started to leak again.

Ghost grinned. “Forgot to check the month and now does nothing but take a monster’s knot. Being bred and broken, yeah?”

Soap nodded immediately. “I want that. Yes.”

Ghost knotted him right then and there’s, watching him almost pass out as they came at the same time. He knew he could drag another one out of him.

“I’ll give it to you, Johnny. Don’t worry.”

[multiversed-daydreamer]

A Secret Worth Keeping

Summary: Joel has a secret he’s been keeping from the whole town of Jackson, and you unintentionally discover it while on patrol with him. Now he has to convince you to keep his secret as well. 

Pairing: Vampire!Joel Miller x Reader

Tags: Vampire!Joel. Blood drinking, Non-con blood drinking, Allusions to hostage situation, mild Dom/sub dynamic, power imbalance

A/N: Happy spooky season, here's a Vampire!Joel fic. Check out my Masterlist for more! :D

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You walk along the treeline on the edge of the ski lift, the autumn air is brisk, and orange and yellow leaves crunch under your boots as you search the trees for infected and raiders alike.  Joel was around on the other side, planning on meeting up with you in the middle of the circle. You trudge your way through the underbrush. The wind blows on your face, turning your cheeks and tips of your ears a little pink. The leaves rustle both on the ground and in the trees, a few fluttering in the wind, shaken from their last thread-like hold on their branches. You love this time of year. Jackson had grown some pumpkins and several of them are now sitting on porches carved as jack-o-lanterns. A few crafty women had come up with some giant fake spiders and do-it-yourself ghosts. Some of the older Halloween movies have been playing in town each night. Nosferatu, Frankenstein, Dracula. It was great to see the cheesy, black-and-white monsters stalk around around the screen for a few hours.

  

As you circle the lodge, a twig snaps up ahead. Your eyes scan the area in the trees, looking for either a threat or just a deer passing through, but you can’t see anyone. You sweep the treeline for Joel, you’re almost to the halfway point, he should be somewhere nearby. You cock your pistol, listening closely for more noise. There was a rustling behind a tree and you step further into the woods. A low-hanging branch scrapes along the side of your neck, but you’re too focused on the rustling ahead of you to care much. You round the tree and spot Joel struggling to unhook a rabbit from a trap set out by the previous patrol duo. He glances over his shoulder and watches you scoff and lower your gun. “I almost shot you.”

He chuckles. “Watch the trigger finger, I’m gettin’ our dinner down.” He fiddles with the wire looped around the rabbit's foot before it drops to the ground. You expect him to lean down and snag the rabbit, but instead, he turns to assess you, eyes landing on the cut by your neck. A strange gleam sparks in his dark eyes at the sight. “You’re bleedin’ there.” He nods, stepping closer to you, reaching out to touch the wound, it stings a little when his fingertips brush against it. 

You hiss and step out of reach again, reaching up to touch yourself, pulling your hand back to see a little tinge of red on your fingers. You don’t notice Joel bringing his own hand up to his lips, sucking your blood off his index finger. He closes his eyes and fights the urge to groan, you taste even better than you smell. Fuck, he promised Tommy he wouldn’t drink from anybody in Jackson, just raiders when they strayed a little too close. But you’re right here and if he can convince you not to tell anybody, Tommy would never know. 

He steps closer to you, reaching out to grab your waist, and backs you into a tree, pinning you there. You blink up at him in confusion before looking around for maybe a raider or some stray infected that he might’ve spotted. “What is it?” You ask, wanting to appear like you’re not completely put off guard by his behavior. 

“‘M sorry, Darlin’. Jus’ smell so good. Can’t help myself.” He sounds drunk, but you don’t smell any alcohol on him. He leans down and licks at the scratch on your neck, shuddering at the taste of it. You flinch, the rough drag of his tongue leaving the wound stinging. 

“We can… There's a first aid kit in the lodge.” You input hesitantly, a little freaked out by Joel’s animalistic behavior. He lets out a noise between a hum and a growl. 

“I’ll take care of you, Darlin’.” He murmurs, gently nuzzling his nose behind your ear as his arms slide around you, pulling you firmly into his chest. Just a little taste, he won’t kill you. Tommy won’t know. He leans down and bites firmly into your jugular. Your blood pulses onto his tongue in rhythm with your rapid heartbeat. You push against his chest and he groans at the feeling. You taste so sweet, nothing like the big burly raiders he usually has. Their blood turned a little bitter from drugs and the rough fight Joel typically wears them down with. No, you’re small compared to them, you smell like cinnamon and apples and shampoo. You push weakly against his chest, whimpering out his name. He groans and sucks on your neck in response. His cock is twitching in his pants. It’s been years since he’s mixed feeding with pleasure and he thinks of all the delicious possibilities that could become a reality if he can convince you to be his little secret keeper. 

You slowly fall limp into his arms as he takes more blood from you. He keeps careful track of your heartbeat, he wants you to live just so he can taste you over and over and over again. Once he’s had enough to satisfy him for tonight he pulls away, licking your neck until the fang marks have healed and the scratch on your neck is a faint pink line. He looks down at you in his arms, dizzy from blood loss and certainly not making it to the lodge without his help. You whimper at him, eyes meeting his, but he doubts you can actually focus on much. You stir against him, trying to find your footing, he watches you for a moment before leaning down and hooking his forearm behind your knees, sweeping you up entirely. You mumble a protest and he chuckles, seems like he picked a little fighter. 

He turns and manages to bend over and snag the rabbit before trudging up to the entrance of the lodge. He sets you on the couch and works on getting a fire going. The closest infected is miles away and isn’t a threat. Once he gets a fire roaring, he steps outside to skin the rabbit. He buries the hide so it doesn’t attract predators and then heads back inside to chop up the meat to cook. As he’s working, you begin to stir again. You sit up, your hand coming to cup your neck where he bit you. “Take it easy, darlin’. Cookin’ the rabbit for you.”

He has to admit, he simultaneously loves and hates to see the fear in your eyes when you look at him. He offers a well-practiced, easy smile, “Relax, I’m full. Ain’t gonna bother you for the rest of the night.” But he might grab a small bite tomorrow morning before you leave to return to Jackson though. 

“You… you’re a v-” You bite your lip. Despite what just happened outside, saying the word out loud just felt ridiculous. Joel laughs when you refuse to say it. 

“Vampire?” He taunts. Before nodding. “Yeah, somethin’ like that. Clickers and humans ain’t the only thing roamin’ around in the apocalypse.” Joel mutters. 

“What happened?” You asked curiously. 

Joel raises a surprised eyebrow at you. “I got jumped about six years back sneaking back into the QZ from a smugglers raid. One bit me and I tried to fight ‘im. Guess he saw some sorta potential in me or somethin’. He turned me instead of killing me. Been feeding offa raiders for the most part. Tommy said he’d kick me outta town if I fed from anyone in Jackson.”

He dumps chunks of rabbit meat into the pot above the stove before washing his hands. He can’t get sick from raw mean but he can still get humans around him sick… namely Ellie. You raise a pointed eyebrow at him. “‘Bout that. Was hopin’ you wouldn’t mention my little slip up back there. Ellie’s gettin’ settled here and I don’t wanna disturb that.” 

You eye him warily from where he leans against the pillar in the center of the room. “You go around biting people in secret a lot?” 

He smiles, he doesn’t seem nervous, or even angry, which is kind of how you expect Joel Miller to react when you hold information that will get himself and his kid kicked out of the community. “No. No one knows except for Tommy and Maria.” 

That has you furrowing your brows. “Ellie. Is she like you?” 

Joel shakes his head, a severe look crossing his face when you mention the girl’s name. “No. Nor do I want her to know what I am. It was hell hiding it from her the past year. She’s been through a lot, I ain’t adding to that. And if you do, I’ll make sure to swing by your place before I leave to drain your veins dry, y’hear?”

You nod. That fear comes back full force and Joel takes advantage, pushing off the pillar and stalking toward you. Before you can get up to put distance between you, Joel leans down and grips your biceps in his hands. You’re once again reminded of how massive he is. “You’re mine now. Do you understand?” 

You shake your head. His in what capacity? “Not really, no.” You answer honestly. 

He squats down in front of you and sighs, talking to you like you were five. “I bit you, that means I claimed you. That means I’m in charge of you. That means that if I tell you not to tell anybody, you don’t fuckin’ tell anybody. You are now my human, and you’ll do what I fuckin’ say. Got it?” You nod an affirmative this time, eyes wide with trepidation. Joel squeezes your arms. “Words, girl. Let me hear you say you understand.” 

“I understand.” You whisper shakily. It also sort of answers your next question… will he try to feed from you again? “Are you going to feed from me again?”

Joel raises an eyebrow. “Tonight? No. I think you’ve had enough excitement for today. But perhaps before we leave tomorrow.” He gives you a devilish grin. “You’re far tastier than the raiders Tommy lets me pick off.” You whimper and draw away from him. He chuckles and stands, going over to the pot and getting a bowl of soup and a spoon, giving it to you. “Eat, it’ll help you feel better. I’ll take watch tonight so you can get some rest.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, blowing on the chunk of rabbit on your spoon before sticking it in your mouth. It was pretty good. You lift your bowl and nod to the soup pot over the fire. “Spoil your dinner?” 

Joel grins. “Darlin, you were my dinner.”

“I’ve seen you eat food.” 

“Don’t mean I like it. I play along when I have to, but since you know, I ain’t torturing myself with that shit.” He nods to the soup before looking at you, eyes locked on your neck. “‘Less you’re offering more?” 

“No.” You say quickly, and Joel laughs again. 

“Tomorrow it is.” 

You don’t respond, you doubt you’ll talk him down tomorrow morning, but you immediately make a mental note to ask Maria to switch your patrol partner the second you hit Jackson’s borders and to avoid Joel at all costs. 

“Know what you’re thinkin’ darlin’. It ain’t gonna work. I’ve got a taste for ya now, I ain’t lettin’ a delicious thing like you go.” You look up at him and he winks.

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Part 2

[vshouse]

Deerplay Concepts 🦌 @rottenlapdog This is inspired by your post.

Not personally a thing I'm into so I didn't know if there was an audience.

[Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked]

Anyway

Stuff:

Antlers

Smaller stumps during shedding seasons (Vulnerable time for deer since their antlers play as defence.)

Tails and Ears (If none are out there, custom made options can be great/or homemade).

Clothes in Browns and Whites. (Easy access pieces are fantastic for primal feeling more naked even with clothes on)

Collar that doesn't jingle/jingle too loud as to not startle deer or alert predators... unless 👀

If you like makeup that can be incorporated.

Grooming brush that feels good on skin.

Salt lick like @spiraledfaun said but if you don't want salt like that use sugar cubes as a version !!

Deer snacks/Variations of them if general inedible to people/your allergies.

Vibrator harness that keeps it on your deer while theyre in the yard. On and off at random until they bleat to come in and get some attention.

Genral:

Mating season/In Heat/Required Breeding for a farm

Petting, Playing, and Attention for any pet ofc.

Scratches that make them wiggle and make their tail twitch, and massages that make them let out precious little sounds.

Training!! Dont forget to train your deer of course. Help them not be as nervous around certain stimulus. Make sure it always know that even though it goes frolicking the woods, that it belongs to you.

An Example Deer if your poly can really help a younger more inexperienced deer learn how to behave.

Deer Fighting! Winner Tops!! Getting Stuck!!! (Someone finding you guys stuck? That anything?)

Wild Deerplay:

Caught in Deer Fencing in a... compromising position. A little cheesy but a bedframe or a chair also could play this out well and who doesn't like a bit of cheese now and then?

Nursed back to health and deciding to stay. (Fantasy novel style version where you wanna like, become their spouse cause once you're strong enough you have a human form.)

If you're willing to get erotic about a Wildlife Specialist who Drugs and Tags the Deer you can probably make a few good subtype scenarios. (Ex: Drugged them with heat enhancements for deer who are struggling for health reasons and now their presenting to you/trying to mount you like their life depends on it.)

Pet Deerplay:

Pet Deer, maybe pet show style, who gets pampered. bathed and brushed and all dressed up and spoiled for always winning with a good fuck.

Have a short version where the dom is the judge who also has to check fertility. How well can a trained deer stay on their harness while they're checked out for health!! Treats include: A Breeding, Loys of praise, First prize, and a very prowd owner who has lots of treats waiting after show!

Punishments for a home deer: Cuffed Antlers to something, exposed for whatever dom wants/ Boundary based shock collar so not woods time for a day or two. Maybe if there's two or more cuffing their Antlers as a pubishment for petty horn fights? "Wanna lock horns so bad, I'll keep hem that way."

Catmaid? Nope!! slap that maid dress on your local deer now!!

Primal Play:

Predator Animal (Wolf/Cougar/Mountain Lion/Werewolf/Werecat) hunting you down and instead of a killing bite, they leave a different kind of one. This one leaves the deer shaking and dizzy just long enough to be flipped over and explored.

Hunting Season Eroticism is something I've seen before, I think deerplay fits in it's framework. (No real deer will be harmed in the participation of this kink)

That also means threesome with a hunting dog that smells out the deer who maybe doesn't notice them even coming, running around looking for another deer to mate/be mated by... the hunter dog finds them first and by the time the hunter gets there 😳 oh my the dog and the deer are frolicking really close.

A waiting predator fattening you up after winter by eating deer competing for resources/bringing you stuff while asleep so hunting you in fall will be more rewarding

[amrass]

Fanfiction updates and excerpts 06.16.24

Happy summer, everyone! The worst season lol. Late spring was intense and I'm still recovering, but we're experiencing a lot of nice rain, and I am engorging myself on coffee and books :)

I miiight open up for RDR2 oneshot requests sometime later this summer or early autumn, under a collection - or a fic at Ao3, most likely - called Barbwired Tumbleweed. So watch this space!  

As always, most of the fics underneath the cut are explicit and rather dark, with a focus on Morbell and Drisbell.

Main projects: 

Salt part 16+. Colm/Micah. Sugar daddy AU. Dark.

While carrying a large barrel of moonshine of his wiry, but considerably strong body, Toothpick paused beside Micah. He looked him over from head to toe, making him feel weirdly slimy.

"What do you want?" 

"Oh nothing, really. Just admiring Colm's taste, that's all."

"Not everyone can fuck their way to the top," Daniel commented, breaking the staring contest between them. Micah snarled at the implications, lighting himself a smoke and breathing like a dragon.

"That puts you two boys in the same boat, doesn't it? One boy for each brother. Oh, I like our bosses, I really, really do."

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The Lost and the Lethal part 3. Gen? Biker AU in the 90s.

"Listen," Hosea began. "Bringing back this bad stuff with Annabelle, it's obviously meant to antagonize you."

"Damn right it antagonizes me," Dutch muttered.

"Only if you let it," Hosea said, tone sharp until the Duke meowed in irritation. Hosea petted him and said, more quietly, "You're good at ignoring Arthur when he's had too much to drink, no matter how much crap he comes up with. Use some of that skill for this." 

"Hey," Arthur said, feeling less like a sergeant at arms sitting between the president and vice president of a biker club, and more like a kid dragged into the quarrel of his parents.

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These Days part 3. Arthur/Micah. Biker AU in the 00s.

He turned the water to its coldest setting. He'd done that often, before, so he didn't expect the dizziness when it came. Nearly falling, he grasped the wall to keep his balance. 

Legs shaking, he glared at the shower chair. 

"Fuck you," he said, and then laughed at himself for cursing a piece of furniture. The laughter was bitter, and he didn't let go off the wall. If shower chairs could gaze, this one did so somberly and purply. 

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Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill. Arthur/Micah. A sequel to Through the Wilderness. Micah is a bounty hunter, hunted by Arthur, who has survived TB through the method of artificial lung collapse. Dark.

"But I guess that was a while ago. Last time I saw you, I didn't think you'd pull through! All skin and bones now, but better than all blood and coughs. Is it true that they cut out one of your lungs? Leave it up to a creature like you to beat a thing that kills most men. Better men, some would say. Not me." 

Let that silver-tongued bastard talk. Let him stall the massacre in the saloon. Let him put fuel to Arthur's rage so it'll burn them both.

"My boys tell campfire stories about you, you know. They say you take the shape of a big black dog, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the scent of blood. Can you smell it right now? We're planning to do some hunting soon. We're real good at it, too, cause you've been picking off the boys who ain't worthy of following me."

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Slug. O'Driscoll Gang/Micah. Biker AU in the 80s. VERY DARK.

"Easy, baby," Toothpick says as if cutting the hair of a pet, not slicing up boxers. As soon as he steps back to look at his handiwork, Micah closes his thighs and pulls his knees to the side, hating to be exposed. The position remains awkward, all the duct tape on him leaving him in a sort of standing kneel rather than anything stable.

"Adorable." Toothpick puts the knife back in his boot. He begins toying with the waistline of the sweatpants, showing off the outline of an erection. Slowly, he reveals himself only to hide himself again, like he's teasing a lover with something wanted.

Cheeks burning, Micah wants to look away, but the tape keeps his head fixed in place. He's vaguely aware of Prince Albert piercings being a thing, but he's never seen one in person until now.

"You like it?" A step closer. Every muscle in Micah's body tenses. "It doesn't have to hurt," Toothpick croons. "Will it be your first? I like introducing boys to this very important part of life."

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LOL what an excerpt to end with ... Ngl Slug might be my best work. Anyway, that's it! I'll probably be working on these until autumn :)

Hope you're all are doing great!

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter nineteen: Night Shift (19/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Gunmar finds the trolls’s hideout

Word count: 1480

Warnings: no. Should a ben platt song be a warning? Im just kidding

(Season 3 Episodes 1)

Song?: Grow as we go by Ben Platt

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Y/n sat on the couch with her gaze lost in the dancing of the branches of the tree that lived outside her house against the pink sky while she absentmindedly stroked Al’s back furr.

“You seemed distracted” Al turned his head.

Y/n sighed “Can I tell…you something?” She looked down at him.

Al stretched his legs and turned himself to be belly up.

“You can’t tell, Hisirdoux” she stopped petting his belly.

“I’m always loyal to you. You have always been more generous with the tuna” his brown tail twitched at the thought of food.

“I remembered…about Morgana” she whispered, not being able to look him in the eye “My sister” she smiled over the grief.

“Morgana?” Al’s pupils retracted.

“She was my sister and she died” Y/n closed her eyes, the turbulence of the sea coming back to her “she was murdered” she repeated, the feeling of betrayal was still fresh on her chest.

Alfred sat up when he heard her. It wasn’t a false alarm. Y/n was remembering.

“Y/n, I…” he put his paw on her leg.

“No. I just…” she turned back to the tree and cleaned away the tear that fell “I just need to process it again. I…Just…Don’t tell Douxie. Alright? He’s so excited with the battle of the bands” Y/n didn’t let him answer, she didn’t want to have this conversation, she stood up and went to the kitchen where she left her phone charging. A message from Jim light up the screen:

‘Tell ur friend to stay away from Claire’

Y/n rolled her eyes and went to prepare herself for the night guard.

—

The sun had long left the sky of Arcadia. Jim and Y/n were walking along the entryway of the old abandoned warehouse where the trolls were hiding after the fall of trollmarket. The Lake siblings were putting more enchanted Nuñez signs to keep the gumm gumms away.

“Have you been to the basement lately?” Jim interrupted the comfortable silence.

Y/n frowned, the memory of her mother’s art coming back to her “Yes” she shook her head. Her mother’s portrait of Blinky was strangely good “I didn’t know she could paint”

“We have to do something”

“I mean, it was bound to happen. You can’t permanently delete someone's memories without damaging their brain or someone actually taking them from you” Y/n shrugged and continued her task.

Jim turned to her sister, mouth wide open. How did she know that?

“What?” He asked.

She turned back at him, eyes wide open like a deer in headlights. She hasn't told his brother the truth about herself. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was that she didn’t know the whole truth, only bits and pieces or maybe it was because she’s afraid of losing another family.

“Master Jim, Lady Y/n, thought you could use this” Blinky interrupted the awkward stare down and brought the two cups “I manage to scrounge up all the components for a fine cup of coffee”

Y/n smiled grateful for the coffee and the interruption. She took the cup up to her nose and stopped, her brows furrowed at the smell of the coffee. It didn’t smell right.

Jim took a sip as Blinky announced that he used an old gym sock as a filter. The Trollhunter spited the drink into the troll face.

“Ugh!” Y/n pushed the cup as far as she could from her face.

“I know. I’m not a fan of the french roast either” Blinky wiped his face “How's the watch?”

“It’s given me time to think, Blinky, this Gunmar stuff and…the Eternal Night. What if I don’t have it in me to stop it?” Jim asked, his eyes filled with worry.

Y/n gave him half a smile and put her free arm around his shoulders as they started to walk. She knew his brother had what it took to stop Gunmar, Merlin’s amulet doesn’t make mistakes, she told him this before but it doesn’t matter, she could shout it from the top of every building in Arcadia, Jim has to realize it himself.

“We’ve discussed this before. Your heart is stronger than you know” reminded Blinky

“What if heart isn’t enough? This is Gunmar. He's ruthless. He…He doesn’t show mercy”

Quick lashes of the war appeared in Y/n’s brain. Jim was right. Heart isn’t enough.

“That may be true, Jim but you’re kind, smart and strong, stronger than you think. Gunmar may be a ruthless monster or whatever, but he has never won anything” Y/n pushed Jim closer to her. No matter how insecure she feels right now, she trusts her brother and his ability to win this.

“That doesn’t change the fact that Gunmar is ruthless” Jim insisted.

“Yes, Gunmar is a savage,and that’s precisely why we left his violent ways and searched for a new path” Blinky recounted “Master Jim, as our Trollhunter you have been, eh, awful” Blinky gave him a half smile “so many times, making horrible, horrible mistakes”

“Hey!” the siblings complained at the same time

“I’m trying my best!”

“He is trying his best”

“Precisely!” Blinky put his hand on Jim’s shoulder “And that’s why I would follow you to the ends of the earth. You are human. You grow. You learn from your mistakes. You always try to make the right choice. Unlike Gunmar, I believe trolls can grow with you”

“Let’s hope you’re right” Jim sighed.

“Jim…”Y/n called for her brother. When she lifted her eyes, she noticed that all the signs were gone.

“The signs. Where’d they all go?” Jim looked around and couldn’t see the signs.

“Jim, Y/n” Blinky screamed as the three of them saw the last sign disappear behind a bush.

“Why is the bush growling?” Y/n started to take steps back as the gumm gumms started to emerge from the woods.

“Oh no, for the glory of Merlin daylight is mine to command”

Blinky and Y/n ran to the warehouse to alert the refugees of trollmarket while Jim distracted the gumm gumms.

“We’ve been compromised! We must defend our ground!” Blinky screamed as he closed the door with the help of Y/n.

“Jim!” Y/n screamed.

The trollhunter slowly lifted himself from the ground after a gumm gumm threw him through a window.

“I’m okay” he stood tall and grabbed her sister’s hand “I’m okay”

“Trolls, stand with me! For tonight, we…” Blinky found himself alone when the gumm gumms opened the door.

“Whatever” said a troll before leaving.

Y/n took a deep breath and ran to a lead pipe that laid on the other side of the room. Avoiding big, rocky hands, she grabbed the pipe from the floor and started swinging, trying to take the attention away from Aaarrrgghh and Blinky that were taking the trolls to the swears.

“There’s too many of them!” Y/n screamed to anyone who’ll listen.

“If only I could use my staff” she thought.

“We have to get them all…” screamed back Jim.

Draal rolled in and pushed Jim to the floor:

“I told you this husk wouldn’t stop coming after you but you let Draal live. Now you will die!” Gunmar laughed through Draal’s body and attacked Jim, taking the fight outside.

“No” Y/n whispered and with all her anger, kicked the gumm gumm she had on top of her, killing it when it hit the wall.

Y/n got tired. She dropped the lead pipe and undrawed her staff, taking care of the rest of the gumm gumm with some magic and the sharp end of it.

“Are you coming or not?” Asked NotEnrique.

Y/n and Blinky looked at eachother.

“We have to help Jim” she answer

They ran outside and followed the sound of the struggle of battle , quickly finding Jim standing on top of cursed Draal with his sword in his hand ready to strike.

“Master Jim! Don’t do it!” Screamed Blinky

“Do it, trollhunter!” Taunted Bular “If you think your armor’s too much to shoulder today. I’ll make sure it’ll break you tomorrow! I found you once. I will find you again. Kill him”

“I’m the trollhunter” Jim reminded him.

“Master Jim, we must leave at once”

“You cannot escape me. I’ll find you” Gunmar screamed as Blinky and Jim started to walk out. Y/n stood there observing him for a moment. She remembers him as stuff of nightmares, as the thing that would lure in the shadow that would bring her to tears as a child but now? She feels pity. How many times is he going to fight a war he is going to lose? How many times is going to try to win a world that doesn’t want him?

“What do you want, witch?” He spits

“You haven’t learnt your lesson, haven’t you?”

A/n: Happy new year’s 🎉🎉 I bet you weren’t expecting this huh? I’m uploading this with 2 hs of sleep and ready to go to a pool to keep parting 🫡 hope you’re having fun as well

[bellafragolina]

More deertaur Ingo x reader? UnU Winter season everything is colder and snow not much to do byt you went to spend tine with him because you know how lonely winter can be so you bring this man a present UnU a scarf? He wear it proudly the other seasons too haha (minus summer man will die becaude of the heat of the sun if he wears that)

yeyeyeyeye i love deertaur ingo

🍓🍓🍓

Winter chokes Hisui every year, but it's beautiful all the same. The world looks untouched, coated in fluffy snow that sits undisturbed, as most of the Pokémon are hibernating. The quietness is eerie, but peaceful, and it makes you feel better about your long trek up the mountains, towards the little home tucked into the cliffs.

Your lovely Sawsbuck hybrid waits for you just outside, eagerly bucking his head into yours once you're close enough. His winter coat makes him far fluffier, and leaves his antlers bare and white. You admire him, as he pulls back to study you in return.

"Was your journey uneventful?" Ingo asks, leading you inside his tall, warm home. You sigh at the heat of the fire, peeling off you coat and shoes with Ingo's help. "No Pokémon bothered you?" There's a pause, the air becoming heavy. "Did you ride Wyrdeer?"

You know he knows the answer already, able to smell the other deer on you. It's proven in the way he rubs his head and fluff against you, covering you in his own musky, earthy scent. He even gives a shy lick to your cheek, for good measure, kissing it when you snort at his actions.

"Ingo," you drawl, drawing his attention away from his jealousy, "I brought you something."

Ingo's eyes widen, head cocking as you dig into your bag. "You brought me a gift? You didn't need to, my love."

"How else will I convince you I'm not in love with Lord Wyrdeer?"

Ingo stomps his hooves and grumbles to himself. You snicker, but pull out the paper-wrapped present, presenting it to Ingo. He takes it eagerly, squishing and squeezing it as he examines it from all angles.

The paper tears away easily, revealing crocheted yarn of dark black and red, similar to his coat. The scarf spills from his fingers like water, and Ingo holds it with the reverence of a blessed worshiper.

Ingo holds the scarf to his nose and breathes in the scent of you.

"I made it." You say, answering his unasked question. "So you stay warm, and so you can think of me when I'm not around."

"I think of you always." Ingo admits, a shyness to his voice. You take the scarf, and help him wrap it around his neck. He buries his nose in the fabric immediately. "Thank you. I love it."

"I'm glad." You giggle, tugging on your new handles so your sweethart can give you some kisses. "Now, lets warm up. I'm gonna make you a stew so delicious that you'll never be the same."

Ingo just hums, trailing you towards his fireplace to help you however he can. And when he can't help? He'll sit behind you, legs folded beneath him as he hugs you from behind, you back molded to his chest.

He's the perfect height for nuzzles and kisses like this. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

🍓🍓🍓

i love love love the centaur twins

thank you for requesting <3<3<3

~Renee

[workingforitallthetime]

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part 18 / previous installments/tags

As the tiny little crowd at Mullett Arena cheers for the Arizona players taking the ice for warmups, Mason circles through the shooting rotation at the visitors’ end of the rink and looks for 98 out of the corner of his eye. He’s been on edge ever since their bus arrived at the arena. So far, nothing in the tunnels or the visitors’ room has assaulted him with Connor’s scent. It’s best to see him for the first time during warmups, anyway. At least this way he’s ready for it. Braced.

After Connor stickhandles in the neutral zone for a couple of minutes, Mason skates toward him, sliding in with his hand raised for a fistbump. That’s what you do, when you play against a buddy you won gold with once upon a time. You say hi at the red line. This is normal. Mason can act normal.

Then Connor’s scent hits him like a brick wall. Mason’s skates stutter on the ice as his entire body regresses right back to their hotel room in Red Deer. He should turn around. He should skate away, right now, before Connor looks up and sees him or scents him. But his skate blades keep pulling him forward, like they’re propelled by sheer want, like the blood beating hot in his veins is dragging his entire body toward Connor.

Connor flips his puck onto his stick and straightens up. His eyes widen. The puck falls to the ice, forgotten.

Mason doesn’t have any secrets anymore.

As Mason gasps in a desperate lungful of air, Connor’s familiar scent goes warm and fresh. Cedar wood oozing sap, melting ice dripping through the branches.

Oh fuck, Connor breathes.

The scent goes straight to Mason’s gut and ripples outward from there, sending warm waves all the way to the tips of his toes. It makes him lightheaded, unable to think straight. He strips off his glove and reaches out for the front of Connor’s jersey. 

Just before Mason’s fingers close around the kachina logo, Trevor cheerily slides in next to them. “Are we having a moment?” His nostrils flare as he inhales the miasma emanating from Mason and Connor.  “Oh, shit, we are for sure having a moment, huh?” He tugs at the hem of Mason’s jersey. “Big Mac, you gotta come with me.”

Without breaking eye contact with Connor, Mason snarls at Trevor.

“Mason.” The playfulness in Trevor’s voice is replaced with a low urgency. “People are watching.”

Trevor always knows where the cameras are. Mason nods at Connor, quick, inhaling one last sustaining breath of Connor’s scent before he wrenches himself away. He turns and follows Trevor down the boards. Behind him, he hears Jamie telling Connor to go see his trainer, now. It’s the first time Mason has ever heard him use his alpha voice.

Trevor skates with him to the end boards, staying right on Mason’s back. He nudges Mason in line for a one-timer. “So what the fuck is…”

 “I was fine,” Mason interrupts him.

“Sure you were,” Trevor says, easy, and maybe he even means it. He bumps his shoulder against Mason’s. “You just gotta let your boy get his shit together. Every alpha on the ice is gonna be after him if he comes out for puck drop smelling like that.”

Mason doesn’t realize he’s growling until Trevor honks out a laugh and slaps him on the pads. “Easy, boy. Find him after.”

It’s the best and worst game of Mason’s life. He’s on top of every puck, winning every battle, as if having Connor close sharpens all his instincts and stokes his competitive fire to a full-on conflagration. He’s also hyperconscious of Connor, painfully aware of his location whenever Connor’s on the ice. Every time Connor gets hit – and Connor does get hit, quite a bit, even if Anaheim’s lacking in the alpha aggression department this season – it takes Mason a beat to override the impulse to fight his own teammates.

Midway through the game, Connor glides toward the dot to line up for a faceoff against Mason.  A bead of sweat stands out against the white film on his neck. The trainers must have greased him up with some kind of scent blocker. It doesn’t work, or at least it doesn’t work on Mason. It just turns Connor’s icy clean scent a little chalky.

Mason reflexively gulps in a breath as the puck drops. Connor sweeps it behind him to Guenther and all Mason sees is a flash of Connor’s teeth as he takes off down the ice, leaving Mason desperate in his wake.

(next)

[willowwere]

Whispers of Springtime - Prologue

Spring has become a fallen Court. Monsters roam the forests, greedy Lords vie for control of the land, and magic everywhere is dying. Refugees are flooding the other Courts, Night most of all. One day, Elain Archeron is kidnapped from Velaris and wakes in Spring. She is the last prayer of a desperate people- if she can find the missing Tamlin and make him fall in love with her by Calanmai, there is a chance to reverse the decay and save the Court. If she fails, Elain will die along with Spring itself.

This story holds all canon up through ACOWAR, with the alteration of Tamlin being Elain's mate.

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Prologue: Tamlin

A trail of smashed flowers marked the doe’s path.

I’d been stalking it for days, the scent barely more than a whisper on the breeze at first, but growing ever stronger. Hunger forced my body forward, ribs painfully clear under my matted fur.

There was a time when the woods were full of doe and elk and any manner of faerie beast. When a hunt took only a few hours, not days.

But that was a long time ago. Before- before so much happened.

The twisting in my stomach had very little to do with hunger. I shoved the memories down firmly. Flashes of brassy hair, the echo of a laugh, the sound of a brush moving against canvas.

I refused to remember those sounds. I couldn’t remember the one they belonged to. Not anymore. Not ever again. Those were echoes of someone else’s memory. Not mine. I didn’t want them. They made me feel… too much.

Anger and grief and hate and agony- too much. It was all too much. Love and loss and pride and pain. I remembered that much, but I wouldn’t remember the rest. Never again.

There was so much darkness in my past. I refused it all. I hollowed out and emptied that place inside me where those memories lived, and ran my claws down the walls until they were shredded into ribbons. Until even the dark places were forgotten.

There was a time when the woods were full of doe and elk and any manner of faerie beast. When a hunt took only a few hours, not days.

But that was a long time ago.

Now the doe’s scent was layered with the stench of rotting bark and a dampness that permeated everything. The flowers reeked of rot and decay even as they bloomed, their color dark and splotchy.

The land was dying.

Everyone thought Spring was a place of endless new growth and blooming flowers, but they forgot that Spring did not begin of its own accord. It grew from the rot of fall, hidden by the beauty of winter snow. Spring was the mud and rain and hollow emptiness that appeared when the ice receded. 

The old days of Spring were a glimmer of a season in bloom.

This was what began it.

My paw sank deep into the water-logged grass. I was spared from the loose mud beneath, but it didn’t matter much. Running through the forest had left my belly and chest coated in splatters of it already. All I cared about was the deer, and if it would hear the wet suckling of the earth as I freed my trapped paw.

I was close. The smell was nearly overpowering.

I inched forward bit by bit, my body so low that I could feel the matted grass tickling my fur. I couldn’t stop for long, not without risking sinking further into the mud. Fae deer were fast, and their maneuverability in the forest would be far superior to mine. 

A sound whispered through the trees and I quickly braced my paws on an exposed root to try and listen. Rhythmic, almost cloying against the ear.

The doe!

I used my senses to tell me what my eyes could not.

It was close- perhaps six yards ahead- likely the other side of the half-dead poplar tree before me. Eating, from the sounds of it, meaning its guard would be lowered somewhat. I had to judge it right. The trees in this part of the forest grew close together, a clever beast could evade me for a while. Especially half-starved. My coordination was faulty at best, and it was difficult to control my strength or agility when I shook with hunger.

Four leaps forward, one to the side, and a small leap forward. I would keep my movements relatively short. If the doe ran towards me, I could easily slash it. If it ran, I could lengthen the stride and throw my force into it.

I listened and waited. The rhythm of the chewing- if I could match it and keep my own movements quiet, then I would have the advantage.

After a long time, I finally made my move.

Quick, sharp leaps. I managed two before the doe paused. Better than I expected. It heard me on the third leap, then by the fourth it made its fateful decision.

The doe ran to the left. I managed to catch sight of it as I lept, and twisted mid-air to rake it’s spine with my claws. There was a sharp scream from the beast as it fell. I’d severed the spine, or close enough.

I didn’t savor my luck. I landed, pivoted, and dove for the creature’s neck, crushing it between my powerful jaws and twisting, breaking bone and tearing muscle. The doe shuddered in my mouth as I panted, ignoring the mud soaking over my paws or the delicious taste of blood filling my mouth.

I waited until it stopped twitching. Waited until I was positive the prey was dead. I felt the life leave it. Felt the moment it went from doe to meat.

Nothing else stirred in the forest. Not a creaking of tree or the step of something on the grass. Not even the whisper of a monster- for there were plenty of those these days.

I ate so fast that I nearly vomited the precious meat back up. There wasn’t much on the doe, she was as hungry as I, but it was enough for right now. I focused on the haunches and belly- areas that had the most to offer. Big, sloppy bites meant to get the most food at the fastest pace, in case something interrupted me.

I kept my ears peeled for even the slightest of sounds, and didn’t let my guard down. I was nearly feral with hunger that only seemed to grow stronger as I ate.

But nothing came to this place. I ate my fill until I could eat no more, then lay down in the muck to crack a leg bone and suck at the marrow.

How long had I lived this way? On the edge of starvation, roaming the wilds for any bunny or deer unlucky enough to cross my path? How long had that gnawing pain been there- or the other, deeper pain in the darkness?

It would be gone by morning, that pain. Gone and forgotten again, at least for a while. 

I felt a bit giddy as the meat digested. My limbs felt less disjointed, even as the energy digestion consumed made the world blur with exhaustion. I hadn’t slept in days. First it was of fear that I wouldn’t find anything to eat, then the hunt for the doe.

Soon enough the monsters of the forest would scent the blood and make their way to fight over the corpse. I was healing too slowly from the last several encounters I’d had, I couldn’t risk another. 

Content melted into despair as I looked at the scraps of meat that still remained. I’d cleaned away the bulk of it, but so much marrow remained. Another meal- when was the last time I had a meal two days in a row? 

But I’d had those thoughts with every kill, and every time I worked up the nerve to remain, some creature attacked and- no matter if I was victorious or not- I was left covered in my own blood.

So I finally pulled myself up onto my paws and dropped the bone I was chewing on. I allowed myself a few minutes more to take the bigger pieces of remaining meat and force them down, then broke off another leg to carry in my teeth. 

Not two meals, but at least a bit of a treat.

With that, I padded off into the forest to put distance between myself and the doe, and find a safe place to spend the night.

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My Trip to Japan! ⛩️ Part 4

19.12.

We woke up early, had the funny breakfast, and took the suburban train to Nara. The impression we got from it is that it's a "normal" city. There are no major shopping miles like in Tokyo or Kyoto, just regular streets, even the pedestrian market-street. There are no shopping malls or big stores in the city center, only on the outskirts. We left our luggage at the hotel and went straight to Kasuga Taisha. It’s a beautiful Shinto shrine boasting more than 3000 votive fretworked bronze lamps, each of them different designs, hanging along the galleries of the main temple. These are only lit three times a year, but the shrine has a dark room with a few lamps lit for visitors to enjoy its magical appearance. In a corner of the garden, there’s a cedar tree about 1000 years old, depicted in a 14th-century scroll. A juniper tree grows diagonally from the roots of the cedar, for which part of the roof of the adjacent pavilion was cut to avoid hindering its development. In the same garden, in front of the goshuin office, there’s a gazebo with a 700-year-old wisteria.

The shrine is at the foot of another sacred mountain, Mount Kasuga or Mikasa (Yes! Mikasa!), a place just as moving as Fushimi Inari. Several pavilions and shrines rise around the main hall, always at the foot of the mountain, which simple mortals cannot access because it’s the dwelling place of the gods. One of these subsidiary shrines is the Meoto Daikokusha, dedicated to two deities, husband and wife, so people come to pray for a happy marriage. The complex started to grow in the 8th century, when the emperor certified the sacred nature of the mountain and prohibited hunting and logging, which preserved the native forest in its primeval state to this day. Moreover, deer are considered messengers of the gods enshrined in the main hall, so this contributed to the unique fact that deer roam freely throughout the park.

Nara Park is a bit like Hampstead Heath: it extends over many hectares, crossed by several roads, and houses various temples and buildings. The difference is the deer, which are really everywhere (we even saw a stray one near our hotel!). I feared they would be vicious; I’ve read some alarming accounts, and the warning signs didn't help, but fortunately, they were pretty civil (for a wild animal ofc). Obviously, they’re on the hunt for crackers and always on the lookout for anyone who can give them a snack, but people respect the rule to feed them only the special deer crackers sold in shops and stands all around the park. The deer, meanwhile, aren’t stupid at all: although they flock around you the second they see you holding crackers, they leave the vendors alone, even if they have piles of crackers in plain sight. The deer also give up bothering you quickly once they see you’ve run out of "shikasenbei" (I’ve no proof and no doubts they’re formulated to have a very faint smell that doesn’t cling to hands).

After visiting the shrine, we went up a bit a street that was supposed to have a lot of restaurants, but most of them were closed, we assume, due to being low season. The only place open was a souvenir shop with a diner area at the back. It was a typical roadside dingy diner, with a concrete floor; authentic 1970s furniture complete with Formica and fake leather; a mishmash of wonderfully kitschy decorations including, but not limited to, discoloured posters, deer antlers, various trinkets in their cellophane bags, statuettes of very questionable taste, cabinets that have never seen a duster, a sarong hung like a tapestry, a kerosene heater like my grandma's had, old furniture and stuff piled up in a corner, and a painting of a tiger so ghastly it gave Husband mild PTSD. In this unique place, we enjoyed one of the best meals, if not the best, of the whole trip: homemade katsudon and oyakodon, very tasty, with the ever-present miso soup on the side, and the Ojiisan making random comments ("Spain? Oh yeah, I visited Madrid long ago. Pesetas, they had." "Argentina, football"). And all for the price of a McDonald's menu in Europe. In the back, you could see a huge dining room, so during high season, the crowds must be significant.

After eating, we went to Kofuku-ji, which was a bit of a downer as the main hall wasn’t worth the ¥500 entrance fee (unless you're a huge Buddha fan ig). We could have just seen it from the outside and walk around the minor halls, which are free. We then took a bus to the outskirts, to the ruins of the Nara Imperial Palace. It’s a gigantic site (about 145 hectares) where, for the past 25 years, they have been slowly rebuilding the dependencies of the ancient palace, one pavilion at a time. It's an impressive job of archaeology, engineering, restoration, and craftsmanship, and it’s entirely for free though we wouldn't have minded paying an entrance fee here. Currently, there are three pavilions rebuilt, and they’re building the fourth under a roofed scaffolding with a platform for people to peek into the building site. 21st-century engineering and safety standards meet 8th-century construction techniques to achieve a reproduction as close to the original as possible. We also saw the reconstruction of the service dependencies and the museum space they have around the archaeological excavations. We didn't cover everything; it would have been a titanic undertaking, and the cold and wind were starting to take a toll on us. So we returned to the city and went to see the shops, staying mainly on the covered pedestrian street because of the drizzle. It turns out, everything closes at seven in Nara (except for large drugstores, gachapon, and the like), so we got into a ramen place for dinner. It seemed like the safest bet, but it wasn't. What a let down! The broth was so bland not even soy sauce made a difference. It was the most disappointing meal of the trip. How can you open a soup joint and not have a decent broth?

20.12

We started the day at Todai-ji. The entrance fee was high compared to what we'd been paying elsewhere. I get the feeling that the people of Nara might still be a bit salty about losing their status as capital city of Japan, which they held for only 75 years in the seventh century. Nara is only an hour away by suburban train from Kyoto and Osaka; it’s not on the Shinkansen line. I think this must result in most visitors coming just for the day. There probably aren't many like us, spending two days there while exploring all the heritage sites, and that's why the city lacks the touristic infrastructure of its neighbours.

The main hall of Todai-ji, the Daibutsu-den, houses a 15-meter bronze statue of the Buddha Vairocana. It was destroyed twice. The third and current building, built in the 18th century, is 30% smaller than the previous one, and yet still manages to be the world's largest wooden structure. Behind the Buddha, one of the columns has a 50 cm wide hole at its base—the size of the Buddha's nostril. It is said whoever manages to pass through the hole will attain enlightenment. After visiting the temple and the museum, we spent some time strolling through the park and feeding shikasenbei to the deer. We had a delicious lunch at a yakitori place, Shikamaru, which played the whole Beatles discography on full random.

In the afternoon we went to Horyu-ji, outside Nara. This Buddhist temple is made up of the oldest wooden buildings still standing: from the 8th century to our days. Again, though the entrance ticket price was normal to cheap for European standards, it was expensive compared to other temples. Still, the temple’s very nice, and even being a novice in Japanese architectural heritage you can tell the style’s a bit different from newer ones. We also were treated to a glimpse of Japan way off the beaten track: Horyu-ji is in a semi-rural village, complete with a handful of run-down shops around the train station, many of them closed; supermarkets and warehouse-type businesses along the main road, or shops scattered without a defined shopping mile. Low houses, vegetable patches, kids on bikes, very few people on the streets. I’ve seen a lot of little towns like this. I  like it how some places are the same everywhere you go, no matter how different we make them out to be.  

We spent the rest of the afternoon window-shopping - On the plus side, there was this gacha at the local Animate! ⬆️

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#5

Scullysexual's 25 Day Ficmas Advent Calendar Event!

Participant Limit: 25.

Fandom: X-Files only.

Premise: For 25 days in December (starting on the 1st and ending on the 25th) I will be dedicating a fic to each participant. The day will be random- you will just be tagged in the fic and sent a DM by me letting you know your fic has been posted.

Instructions: To sign up and show your interest- reblog this post. Sign ups will close 30/09/22 (30th September) so please sign up by then. You will then send me your prompts(s) via the my ask box- all prompts must be in by 10/11/22 (10th November) so I can start writing as soon as. Then you just wait until one of the 25 days in December to receive your fic. It's that easy!

Prompt Rules: You are free to send any many prompts as you wish however, please note, that not all of them may be written as this will all be based on the number of participants so if you are sending multiple prompts please list them by order of which prompt you want me to write the most.

Bit more info: There is a cap of 25 people who can sign up for obvious reasons. Failing to reach 25 participants, you may have to provide multiple prompts to fill all the days, however that's just more fic gifted to you! All that will be decided by the 01/11/22 (when sign ups close and I see how many people are interested)

A reminder: These prompts are of your choosing. There will be no list created by me that you are limited to. There are no rules to what prompts you can send nor where you find them- either by a pre-posted list or an original prompt created by you- doesn't matter. They do not have to be holiday or Christmas themed either. If I have any issues with the prompts you send me I will message you personally.

That's pretty much it! So, if you're interested reblog this post and I will add you onto the list. Send in your prompt(s) and then just sit patiently until December.

Any questions, don't hesitate to message me!

64 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#4

Febwhump 2022: 28 Days of Fic

febwhump 22 | day 4 + 5 | smut prompts | wc; 359 | s7 | ao3 | @today-in-fic |

Today's Prompt: #9: Smut Prompts: "Is that my shirt?"

Today's Season: Season Seven.

Stop Stealing.

You’re laying stomach down on her bed, surrounded by her scent. Slices of her pizza shoved into your mouth- she said you could.

She’s off in the bathroom doing…something you’re not quite sure of but the door is open and you’re talking to her. Life is good right now.

You pick off the mushrooms, shovelling another slice into your mouth.

“…if he wasn’t such an ass I wouldn’t have gotten angry,” you say with your mouth full.

You’re talking about the sheriff who has been nothing but difficult during this entire case and who is one step away from kicking you off said case.

“You need to stop letting people wind you up,” says Scully. She emerges from the bathroom post shower, hair curling at the ends as it dries and skin smelling of lemons from the shower gel.

You liked many Scullies but Post Shower Scully was up there as one of your favourites; freckles on full display, skin soft and warm from the water.

Her appearance catches your attention. You frown at a familiar looking piece of grey fabric.

“It’s not my fault these people are dicks,” you grumble. “Is that my shirt?”

Scully stops dead in the middle of the room, a deer caught in headlights.

“It was in my suitcase,” she offers as explanation.

You grin, moving to sit upright. “It just happened to be in your suitcase, huh?” You weren’t buying it.

“Yes,” Scully answers. She offers up her own frown then. “Why are you eating all my pizza?”

“You said I could!”

“One slice, not the whole thing.”

You look down at the pizza and realise that you’ve eaten almost more than half.

Picking up the rest of the slice you shrug.

“Didn’t want it to go cold.”

Scully joins you on the bed, picking up your discarded mushrooms and dropping them onto the other remaining slices.

“Stop stealing my pizza,” she says, slapping your hand away as you reach for another.

“Stop stealing my shirts.”

You know she won’t, just as you won’t stop stealing her pizza, even if she does order mushrooms on it.

“Sharing is caring,” she says.

“I know.”

79 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

#3

Us: Chris, can we have MSR?

Chris: We have MSR at home.

MSR at home:

92 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

#2

Scully: *hears about Mulder*

Scully: Yeah, he sounds Spooky.

Scully: I would probably fuck him, though

129 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

They met today!

205 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

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[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers.(ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

A few people have sent this to me 😊 so here we go. (Thank you for all who did)

🌬Cold wind on my skin. That nipping and biting breeze that rocks through you as the seasons change and forces you to close your eyes and take a deep breath. To me it’s a connection to the power and chaos that nature holds and graces us with, the connection to energy and strength. It brings me images of fresh snow against the forrest floor, of the fogged breath of deer and the wolves that chase it. It connects me with the stories of a goddess, a hunter, the blood and faces of kin I have never met and a home that feels so right, yet I know I have never seen. The cold breeze that kisses my skin is the feeling of life.

🔥Incense, or more so, the smoke. As much as I love to watch how fire dances, it’s smoke tells a tale much greater, especially when it is enhanced by the smell of green tea, apple or a scent that’s just called poison. When I light the incense at my alter I feel calm and clean, light and grounded to the moment I am facing.

🗡🪵Knifes, blades and woodcarving. Wood being calved in long strokes specifically. This is a calming thing. Asmr videos and gifs of a sharp blade against wood sends me into a state of peace and makes my brain go fuzzy (but in a good way). Blades by themselves make me go feral. The sharpness of its edge, the swiftness of it gliding through the air, the piecing of an object. If I see a beautiful blade glint in the light I will go nuts. I love them.

🛌Sleeping in. It is the feeling of soft and safe. My bed is literally covered in soft and fluffy blankets, pillows and some stuffed toys. It is essentially a giant nest. There’s no better feeling then dozing around as the sunlight begins to enter through the windows, wrapped up in three different blankets that are soft and furry to the touch, surrounded by pillows that makes you feel surrounded and protected and daydreaming about anything and everything.

🐈Cats. They’re so soft and beautiful and the feeling of holding one in your arms as they purr is a feeling nothing else can stimulate. I don’t have one of my own as I can’t have one where I live at the moment, but boss has one and I steal him most lunch breaks (because they live right behind the shop he’s always there and crying for extra snacks and cuddles☺️)

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S DESIRE - CHAPTER 25

*Warning: Adult Content*   

‘One, two, three, four, five.’

Montreal Hunter counts the rickety wooden steps as they descend and he prays they'll hold their weight combined.

‘Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.’

They creak beneath their feet but hold. 

At the bottom, a floor of packed earth awaits. 

Dust swirls in the light of his cell-phone's flash and the darkness presses close beyond. 

Kit Montaine's hand grips his and Monty feels a shiver traverse his arm to his fingertips. 

He's still unclothed after his Shift. 

Shrugging out of his t-shirt, Monty pulls it over Kit’s head. 

It fits him like a short, loose dress, falling halfway to his knees. 

He hugs the fabric tight against himself, evidently grateful for the warmth and Monty smooths his hand between Kit’s shoulder blades, as much to comfort him as to soothe himself. 

Cold, foul air gusts against Monty’s face as it rushes towards the opening above and now he smells what Kit described, dank earth and blood, mildewed decay and death. 

Swallowing a swell of nausea, Monty pauses at the edge of the greater dark.

"Why don't you wait here, Kit," Monty whispers, hoping to spare him some distress. 

"Keep a lookout."

Kit shakes his head and clings closer to Monty’s side. 

"No. Together."

"Alright. Stay close though. And if I say run, you run. Got it?"

Monty nods and so, together, they proceed. 

The space is about as wide and half as long as the house above and the ceiling is just high enough Monty doesn't have to duck. 

The walls are made of closely joined stone, the floor is bare earth and thick, vertical beams support the foundation overhead. 

It looks like it was once a large root cellar, somewhere to store a winter's worth of vegetables or the season's bounty in canned fruit. 

Now, as the weak, unfocused light from Monty’s cell-phone reveals, it serves another purpose. 

It looks like a cross between a hunter's lair, a butchery and a taxidermist's shop. 

The skins of animals lay heaped upon the floor, tacked to the walls and stretched on racks. 

One side of the room is full of hunting gear, rifles, bows, knives, snares and cruel-looking traps. 

A worktable, stained with gore, occupies the other side and an array of knives, saws and other unpleasant implements hangs above it on display. 

In one corner, a heap of bones, some still with bits of flesh on, accounts for the smell. 

Monty covers his nose and mouth and tries not to gag.  

At his side, Kit shivers with horror. 

Wolves are predators and most of them hunt and kill things now and then. 

Most of them, though, do so with restraint and with respect for the lives they take. 

Monty has never taken part in a hunt, himself but he knows when his parents and siblings do, they view it as something sacred, a celebration of nature and of the cycle of life and death. 

None of Monty’s family hunt in human form. 

Jake appears to be of a different breed. 

There are far too many skins and of far too many kinds, for him to have taken them legally. 

Monty sees the usual elk and deer, rabbit and hare, raccoon and skunk but there are also bobcat and mountain lion, wolverine and badger, otter and beaver, coyotes and little foxes and even, he notes with mounting fear, a few wolves. 

The wild kind, not the 'were' variety but still. 

It's a line they don't cross and if Jake Nash has gone that far... 

Feeling sick, Monty turns to Kit and grasps his shoulders. 

"I gotta take a closer look," he tell him. 

"At the skins and... at the bones. Wait here, okay?"

Kit shakes his head, his black eyes wide and luminous in the near dark and clings to Monty’s arms.

"Kit—"

"No, Monty," he whispers, 

"I've seen worse. My uncle had a place like this. I won't leave you alone. I'm here, with you."

Surprised, Monty stares down at him. 

He thought Kit was sticking close because he was afraid. 

He is, obviously but that's not why. 

Monty: ‘This frail, frightened little fox, is offering me his strength and support and I hadn't even realized how much I needed it. Few people do. They look at me and see such a big, strong guy, they don't imagine I might not always be strong inside. I've learned not to expect that kind of help, so receiving it now, when I need it most and from such an unexpected source takes me by surprise.’

Monty gives Kit's shoulders a gentle squeeze and lets him go, then turn towards the grisly pile of remains. 

He’s hardly taken a step when a noise freezes him, a soft, low whine, coming from the corner just beyond the bones. 

Heart in his throat, Monty approaches, his cell-phone held high and his muscles tensed. 

As the light washes over the darkened space, what he sees fills him at once with horror and relief. 

In a small iron cage, with heavy studded collars chained about their necks, lie a pair of wolves. 

One is large and snowy white, or would be, if her fur wasn't matted and caked with dirt. 

The other is smaller, with short brown fur and the tall ears of his Ethiopian ancestors. 

Only the white wolf is semi-conscious, curled protectively around her smaller mate. 

A cry escapes Monty as he recognizes them, his strong, courageous mother and my sweet, gentle father, trapped like animals in this awful place. 

The cage they're in is too small for them to Shift, they can't even turn around with the collars they wear bolted to the floor. 

Stricken, Monty goes to them, falling to his knees beside the cage. 

His mother lifts her head a little and whines again, her long white tail swishing the floor in a weak wag of recognition. 

The fur around her neck is red with blood, where the spiked collar has bitten into her skin. 

With Monty’s natural strength enhanced by rage and adrenaline, he grasps the front of the iron cage and twists it free, casting it aside, then breaks the chains with his bare hands. 

Finally and more carefully, he takes a hold of the collar at his mother's throat and snaps the hasp where it's fastened with a lock. 

Gently, he tries to pull her free but she snaps and growls at him, unwilling to leave her mate. 

She's been forced to stay a wolf so long and in her current state, she hardly recognizes her son.

"It's me, Mom," Monty says, stroking the side of her face. 

"It's Monty. I'm gonna get you out of here, okay? And Dad, too."

She blinks blue eyes at him, the edges all crusted with dirt and tears but Monty sees something more human behind her gaze now and when he reaches for her again, she lets him pull her from the cage. 

A touch at his side startles me and Monty turns to see Kit holding out a large fur, a bear's pelt, thankfully clean and fully tanned. 

Monty takes it and drapes it over the white wolf and then, slowly and with a low whine of pain, she Shifts to human form.

"Mom..." 

Monty touches her shoulder as she lifts herself, her long gray hair as matted and tangled as her Wolf's fur.

"Monty." She takes his hand, her voice a rough, sandpapery rasp. 

"Your father..."

"Is he all right?" 

She shakes her head. 

"His heart. He's not well. That bastard..." 

She coughs and Monty is alarmed to see flecks of red on her lips.

"I know. Don't worry, though, I'm gonna get you both out of here. Then..."

"Monty."

At Kit's warning, Monty turns and sees a figure on the stairs, silhouetted against the light pouring down from above. 

Jake Nash holds a long rifle and he's aiming it at him. 

Monty can't move fast enough and he doesn't even hear the shot as he pulls the trigger. 

At the same time, a smaller, faster form blocks Monty’s view and then Kit falls in my arms, a feathered dart in his chest. 

Jake's got a tranquilizer gun, not a rifle, thank the Gods, which explains the silent shot. 

Monty: ‘It's probably the same thing he used on my parents.’ 

He struggles to reload it but by then Monty is on his feet. 

He swears as he fumbles the second dart and drops it, then turns and retreats up the steps, no doubt intending to trap them down here with the heavy block of cement. 

Monty tosses his cell-phone to his mom.

"Get out of here and call Dane," he says. 

"I'll handle Jake Nash."

Dashing up the steps, Monty narrowly avoids getting kicked in the face by a booted foot as Jake struggles to move the cement block into place. 

Monty pushes against it and shoves it aside but the wooden steps crack under the extra pressure and collapse beneath his feet. 

Catching hold of the ledge, Monty pulls himself up, then bites back a scream as Jake stomps hard on his hand, crushing the bones beneath his heel. 

Ignoring the fire-like pain shooting up his arm, Monty grabs for Jake’s leg and trips him, satisfied as he lands hard on his back with a grunt. 

Monty hauls himself from the opening as Jake scrambles to his feat, his blond hair in disarray and his features twisted with desperate hate.

"You son of bitch," 

Monty growls, advancing and already hearing the Wolf in his voice as his body begins to Shift. 

"You hurt my mom and my dad and my little Kit and now I'm gonna make you pay."

Jake Nash laughs. 

"You gonna kill your sister's Mate? You don't have the teeth for it."

"You're not Sasha's Mate."

Monty’s tongue barely obeys him to form speech as it flattens against lengthening teeth. 

His spine cracks as he arches his back, his ribcage deepening and his skull elongating into that of a wolf as he drops to all fours and shakes out his long brown fur, transformation complete. 

Jake's eyes widen at the sight of him but he isn't deterred.

"That's not what Sasha thinks," he sneers. 

"But go ahead. Kill me and break her heart. I don't care and it won't save you or your filthy pack of mix-blood mutts. You don't know the half of it and when the Dire comes, you'll all die anyway."

Jake Nash throws his head back, utters a wild howl and Shifts nearly as seamlessly as Kit. 

Except instead of a cute little fox, a lanky white wolf takes his place, its form bursting through the seams of his clothes. 

And there's something wrong with him. 

His teeth are too long and too shar, and his eyes are blood red. 

Jake launches himself at Monty with a vicious snarl and he barely avoid his teeth closing on his throat. 

He attacks with a ferocity Monty has never encountered before in Wolf or man and he finds his size a disadvantage as Jake snaps and snarls and circles him. 

Violence isn't Monty’s thing but with his life and the lives of those he love in danger, his instincts kick in. 

He snarls and snaps back at Jake and they meet in a furious clash of teeth and fur. 

They're almost evenly matched, Jake has the advantage in speed, Monty has it in strength but the crazed park ranger has clearly the more practiced combatant. 

Jake Nash races around Monty, launches himself onto his back and sinks long fangs into his shoulder from behind. 

His teeth tear through muscle but with a twist of his head, Monty grasps him in his jaws. 

Monty could crush him like that but instead he merely shakes him and throw him off. 

Jake Nash tumbles in the dirt with a yelp of pain but he's on his feet again in an instant, a froth of bloody foam about his mouth. 

Monty stumbles as his right front limb refuses to take his weight and Jake's lip curls with cruel triumph. 

The loud roar of an engine and the screech of tires breaks in on their fight and a moment later a different kind of beast comes flying around the corner of the house in a cloud of dust. 

Freya's Indian Dark Horse is a badass bike but it never looks so badass as when she's riding it. 

She revs its engine, her face hidden behind the visor of her helmet and accelerates at full speed. 

Now outnumbered, Jake gives a final, vicious foam-flecked bark and turns tail and runs. 

Monty makes a choice and lets him go. 

Freya raises a cloud of dust as she skids to a halt at her brother’s side, dismounting and removing her helmet in what seems like one smooth motion, like an action hero. 

Monty turns away and Shifts, regaining his human form in an awkward seated position, with my legs stretched out in front of him. 

His jeans catch me round the head as Freya tosses them at him, and Monty snatches them and pull them on as he gets to my feet, groaning at the pain in his shoulder and his crushed hand. 

Blood trickles down his chest in a steady stream and he presses my good hand to the wound.

"You okay?" Freya asks.

"Do I look okay?"

"You dyin'?"

"No."

"Okay then." 

Freya turns and marches back towards the house and Monty follows. 

"Fuckin' shit," Freya swears, holding her nose and gazing down at the entrance to the awful cellar. 

"The fuck he got down there?"

"Mom and Dad, that's what," Monty says and prepares to lower himself back into the hole. 

Without the steps, he’ll have to lift everyone out.

"Holy..." 

Freya hits Monty’s good shoulder with her hand, knocking him back, her voice high and shrill. 

"What you mean 'Mom and Dad?' What you mean, Monty?"

"Alive," Monty clarifies, realizing she doesn't know that yet. 

"They're alive."

"Shit." 

Her eyes go wide and then she's once more in 'action mode' and drops into the hole like a 6-foot Lara Croft. 

In short order she comes back with mom leaning on her and Kit in her arms and together they get them out. 

Then she goes back and returns with their Dad, still in wolf-form, in a fireman's carry and reaches her free hand up to Monty. 

Monty grasps it with his good one and hauls them both up, biting his lip against the pain in his shoulder as fresh blood seeps from Jake's deep bite. 

As Freya tends to their parents, Monty pulls Kit into his arms, plucking the dart from his shoulder and tossing it aside. 

Kit lies limp and unmoving and Monty can barely detect the whisper of breath past his lips.

"Kit?" Monty shakes him lightly. 

"Kit, c'mon... wake up."

"The little guy took a big hit," Monty’s mother rasps, her arms still around her husband. 

"That dose was meant for you, Montreal. He won't be wakin' up for a while, if he wakes up at all."

"Fuck," Monty swears and hugs Kit close to his chest, stroking the blond curls away from his face, even as his own blood drips and stains his shirt, which Kit still wears like a strange smock.

"Language, Monty," his mother chides in a voice raw with pain. 

"Though I agree. One of my children has already lost a mate today. I'd hate for you to lose yours before I even met him properly."

“My..." 

Monty looks up at her, taken by surprise and then the truth goes off like a little bomb in his heart.

Monty: ‘Leave it to my mom to know before I do.’

"My Mate," Monty whispers, turning my eyes back to Kit's unconscious, beautiful form. 

"Yes, he is."

Monty: ‘If he lives and if he'll have me, that is.’