#from dusk til dawn fic

[asirensrage]

Request please😊

Various Prompts: "I don't know what you want from me, okay?"

"Everything. I want everything."

"...What if I can't give you everything?"

Sparring prompts: They wince in pain and you frantically start apologizing. As you get closer to check for any injuries, they attack suddenly, calling you out for falling for such an old trick

Seth Gecko From Dusk Til Dawn TV

Writing these really made me want to rewatch the show lol. I hope you like it. These two are just mutual disasters...

Warnings: fighting, I guess. Some swearing. Angst! Unbeta'd. Rating: T?

You duck under the punch. Using a hand to help balance, you kick out at him, watching as he blocks it. 

“Come on, sweetheart,” Seth calls out with a grin. “You can do better than that, can’t you?” 

You narrow your eyes at him before shifting back into an upright position. “Let’s find out.” 

The two of you continue. Seth has drawn you into fighting with him since you met. At first, he just seemed to enjoy antagonizing you but somewhere along the line, it shifted into some desire to make sure both of you could protect yourselves. Maybe it was the reveal of lizard vampires. Something that you still didn’t fully wrap your head around. Even if Richie somehow was one. 

Seth aims a punch and when you twist to avoid it, he manages to grab your arm and throw you. You roll as soon as you land, jumping to your feet to stand before aiming a kick under his jaw as he lunges forward. He jerks back, clutching his face. He bends forward and doesn’t move, hands still holding his jaw. 

“Shit,” you stride forward, worried that you actually managed to do some damage. Seth always somehow either avoids your hits or tells you that you need to put more power into them. You lean towards him as you get close, reaching out to check on him. “You okay?” 

Seth grabs your wrist, foot sliding behind yours and the next thing you know, your back is slamming down on the ground. Seth presses a hand against your throat as he pins you down. 

“You fell for the easiest trick in the book.” 

Muttering a curse to yourself, you try to pull in your leg to get between the both of you so you can kick him off. All this time spent fighting, he knows your tricks. Seth uses his body weight against you, pinning your legs down with his pressed against your thighs. He holds down your wrist with his hands and smirks at the fact that you're trapped below him. “What are you going to do now, princess?” 

You can’t help it. Your eyes dart down at his lips. He’s just so close and you’ve ignored the way you’ve both looked at each other. Seth doesn’t want anything more than a one-night stand and you both have too much damage to really offer anything long-term. That doesn’t stop wanting more though, even if you won’t get into it. 

The tension is thick enough that you could cut through it but Seth..Seth isn’t moving, content to have his body pressed against yours in this facade of what you both want. 

You don’t know who moves first. His lips press against yours, hard and demanding. His facial hair burns slightly as his mouth moves on yours, teeth nipping as he tries to deepen it. You let him in. How could you not, even knowing this is a bad idea? 

The kiss breaks and for a moment you just stare at each other. His eyes seem darker than normal as they watch you. 

“Get off.” 

He lets you go as easily as he pinned you, moving back and offering a hand to help you up once he stands. You ignore it, swallowing tightly. You brush yourself off and try to walk away, willing your body to calm down so you can go back to pretending that there’s nothing between you. 

“Hey…” you hear him call out to you. “Hey!” He runs after you, grabbing your shoulder to stop you. You turn to face him, wondering why he’s doing this now. 

“What?”

“What?” he looks at you incredulously. “You really going to act like that didn’t happen?”

You shake your head. “It was a bad idea.”

“Fuck that,” he says. “We’ve been dancing around this long enough.”

“Seth, stop.”

“Why?” He stares at you like he’s trying to figure you out but all you can think about is what changed. He was content to pretend before. 

You try to turn to leave but he moves so he’s standing in front of you again. “Seth…”

He sighs. “I’m fucking trying here. I don’t know what you want from me, okay? So just tell me.” 

“Everything!” you snap. “I want everything.” 

His eyebrows raise in surprise and you instantly regret saying anything. You should have lied. 

“...what if I can’t give you everything?” he asks, watching you carefully.

“I know you can’t. That’s why this is a bad idea. We don’t want the same things.” He doesn’t say anything and you push past him, ignoring the way your heart clenches in your chest. You mentally start preparing to leave. You both just need a break, some space from each other. You’ll tell Richie or Kate, whoever you find first, that you’re leaving for a bit and then they can tell Seth. It’s better this way. Even if it hurts. 

Various Prompts

Sparring prompts:

[ship-recced]

12 SethKate Headcanons Fanfic Gave to Me (+ fic recs)

Post-series From Dusk Till Dawn fanfic gives SethKate shippers even more to scream about, because of course it does. Writers in the fandom, unwilling to leave the pair’s ending up to interpretation, have published some truly spectacular continuations of and twists on Seth and Kate’s story. Along the way, these creators have established some pretty solid and widely adopted pieces of SethKate fanon.

As someone who’s recently binge-read dozens of fics on AO3, I can attest to how easily they can be accepted as fact. (Like, seriously, try to change my mind.)

1. Seth’s urge to protect Kate doesn’t disappear after Matanzas–if anything, it grows stronger.

2. He knows full well that he doesn’t deserve Kate, but Seth wants to give her the world anyway. She has him wrapped around her finger, and absolutely everyone understands this, including him.

…

[fortysevenswrites]

FDTD fic: one step forward (SethKate)

Oh hey, it's me, with a new fic. Surprise!

I’ve been trying to write any one of my 8 million WIPs since I got back from camp but the words just were not working, and then I got to thinking about the Kalinda section of ‘you squeeze my hand three times’ and maybe doing like an AU of that from Seth and Kate’s POV but that wouldn’t really work, so I decided to start writing and let the characters decide where they wanted to go. Which apparently was here.

Of course, it took me like a week to get these two assholes in bed and start making out so I could wrap this thing up, because they just.kept.talking.

one step forward (complete) word count: 4,877 summary:

They’re exhausted and more than a little traumatized, but at this point, at least they’re alive and they’re safe. They can deal with the rest later. Kate and Seth, two soldiers finally home from the war.

read on ao3

[purplepurrgil]

Fuck it. Richie Gecko/Kate Fuller Fic Recs.

In honor of From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series being pulled from American Netflix, here's some of my favorite Richie/Kate fics. I have no excuse, take me to fiction crimes court. These are all on AO3, mind the tags listed there. I'll try to add additional content warnings where I can, but assume everything is baseline canon typical fuckedupness, which is very fucked up! Also there is multishipping in a lot of these. Unfortunately there are not any here that let Kisa get fully in on that multishipping potential so that's a bummer. Guess I'll have to write that myself because I see the vision in Kisa/Kate even if no one else does.

Also since in Season One Kate is seventeen and Richie is, at least according to the wiki, anywhere from twenty-two (unlikely) to twenty-seven (more likely) tack on Underage as an Archive Warning to basically all of these unless they are extremely AU. And not a single one of these in anywhere in the neighborhood of fluff, it's PWP and angst all the way down. Enjoy!

El Rey By The Dashboard Light by sharkygal (Rated: E, Words: 7,452, Chapters: 1/1) - Season One AU. What if Richie caught up with Kate after their kiss?

Myth Maker by grayglube, hasitsclaws (Rated: M, Words: 11,182, Chapters: 1/1) - Season One AU. Tanner sacrifices Kate in the labyrinth. Deliciously fucked up undead body horror ensues <3.

The Long Con Series by grayglube (Rated: E, Words: 12,165, Works: 2/2) - The Geckos are gods, Kate is kidnapped as a virgin sacrifice for Richie. Serious dubcon warning on this one

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything by Gaya (Rated: T+, Words: 2329, Chapters: 2/2) - Character study-ish of Richie after Kate's "death" in the interim between seasons two and three. As someone who was sort of raised both Catholic (by family) and Baptist (spent a couple of deeply traumatizing years in an evangelical elementary school that was rightfully shut down, but that's a another really long story) this has a scene that really tracked with that extremely specific life experience so I have to give it a special shoutout.

A different kind of undead by sassylorastyrell (Rated: T+, Words: 6,911, Chapters: 4/4) - Zombie apocalypse AU! Honestly mostly a jealous SethKate fic from Seth's perspective but that's what just does it for me I guess!

Kinesia by venus woman and giant saurian (grayglube) (Rated: M, Words: 1019, Chapters 1/1) - Kate gets a lap dance.

The World is a Snake Pit by venus woman and giant saurian (grayglube) (Rated: E, Words: 2238, Chapters 1/1) - set nebulously post season 3, now with joint murder and fingering.

Quarrel with the sky by grayglube (Rated: E, Words: 6379, Chapters 1/1) - Post Season 3, Kate/Seth/Richie in every possible combination. This is my headcanon end to the series. I also really love Scott in this and him being completely rightfully disgusted and annoyed with the Geckos at all times. Content warning for some references to anti-Asian racism (and in Seth's case outright racism) that is framed as bad and tracks with the canon portrayal of Scott's banter with the brothers but could still be upsetting to readers.

take your time with me to make you feel alive by meditationonbaaal (Rated: E, Words: 51,905, Chapters 8/?) - honestly so iconic of this author to drop this masterpiece, one other work in this fandom, and then thirteen Riverdale fics.

And You Were Still Hungry by grayglube (Rated: E, Words: 4081, Chapters: 1/1) - Post Season 3, Kate is not doing well. Richie tries to help. Does he? Up to you.

Final Liturgy by grayglube (Rated: E, Words: 7573, Chapters: 1/1) - Post Season 1 AU. Kate becomes the new Santanico but with a very Christian twist and it's the set up for more great problematic porn with religious overtones

Voodoo Cowboy (Bid My Blood redux) by larkingstock - RECENTLY UPDATED (Rated: E, Words: 28,592, Chapters: 6/?) - sex pollen oneshot redone into some multichapter wild Richie whump with hallucinations of every major character written very in character as they tell him whatever it takes sink him into even deeper angst. I love it.

Holy Diver by grayglube (Rated: E, Words: 9481, Chapters: 1/1)- gratuitous loss of virginity, god bless. bittersweet. More Seth, Richie, Kate in all possible combinations.

Kansas City Shuffle by grayglube, hasitsclaws (Rated: E, Words: 54.909, Chapters: 6/?) - Season 2 AU, Kate is turned into a culebra at the blood well. Body horror, murder, sex, all that good stuff.

[wanderlust1979]

I’d love to see a Fic where Seth and Professor Tanner exercise Amaru from Kate and how the rest of the final season of From Dusk Till Dawn the series would have played out. Kate by Seth’s side. Maybe she’s punch Carlos’s when Kisa brought him back.

[hiramaris]

Welcome

Hi! You can call me Hira! To be honest, I'm not even sure why I'm even bothering to put something like this since I'll probably be busy for the next months or so but yeah, I'll just put it right here in case I'll ever accept any future requests or something.

Characters I write for:

So far I can probably write for any characters in Duskwood and Stardew Valley. Preferably for female characters 😉

This could change tho in the future if I ever decide to expand my writing for other fandoms (believe me, I read a lot of fics of other fandoms but that doesn't mean I'll be good at writing the characters. I prefer knowing how to write them first before starting any fic)

What Genre, Troupe, and Type of Fiction do I write, and plan on writing?

I'm open to all genres (fluff, angst, hurt and/or comfort, etc.) aside from any Dark themes, sorry.

Open to any available troupe out there except for cheating and anything that surrounds it.

I can do AUs, canon divergence, and canon compliance.

I just don't really do smut or any NSFW but anything above can be doable if I try.

Things I have written so far:

Dusk til Dawn (Jessy x Gender Neutral MC) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 — COMPLETE

Dusk Fragments (Jessy x Gender Neutral MC) - #1, #2, #3

Kiss It Off Me (Haley x Fem!farmer) - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 , Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 , Chapter 7, Chapter 8— ONGOING

[ihaechans]

Reminiscing || Mark Lee

PAIRING ▸ Mark Lee x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ best friends to lovers, big fluff

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, sweet Mark, Y/n character development is real, literally just sickening fluff...

SUMMARY ▸Time flies. Especially with best friend and nerdy ride or die Mark Lee. Reminiscing on the rooftop leads to foreign emotions and forgotten memories to rise to the surface, and the obvious tension between you two can no longer be avoided.

WORD COUNT▸1.7k

A/N▸ Head empty.... just boyfriend Mark Lee. (Dead serious this has been in my drafts for 8 months.)

ALSOOO this was originally supposed to be smut but I decided to take it out and make it a cute fluffy story because it’s my first fic back 😭

You couldn’t accept that there could be other men out there named Mark Lee. The idea of someone having a completely different look and persona than the one of your best friend completely baffled you.

In your heart, your Mark was the greatest one. The only one you truly needed to keep going in life as well.

You were always one of the castaways at your school. Unknown. Boring. Friendless. It was always something you were used to.

It wasn’t exactly bad though. You actually quite enjoyed having so much time to focus on your studies since you were never invited to parties or friendly hangouts, but there was always this feeling. A feeling of loneliness and despair.

In complete solitude, you would study from dusk til dawn. Barely even glancing away from your computer screen throughout the day. The only time you would bother to check your phone was to see if your mom had texted you, which you admitted, was kind of humiliating.

No one ever would have thought an accidental text to the wrong number would start the strange friendship between you and Mark Lee, one of the more popular members of one of the biggest frats on campus.

Unknown Number:  Yo Jaeminnnn! Just got your new number man :) It’s mark btw

You: This isn’t Jaemin. Wrong number “Mark”.

Unknown Number: My bad. Why is my name in quotes though? I promise I’m the real Mark dude :(

You: You can be some weirdo trying to get my phone information by pretending to be one of my classmates. Who knows if you’re really Mark?

Unknown Number: I do… because I am the real Mark 🤦‍♂️ who is this anyway so I can save your number?

You: It’s y/n. You shouldn’t need to save my contact anyways. We won’t ever text again after this.

Mark: I like to be friendly with everyone just in case. Maybe you should try it instead of accusing me of being a criminal when you don’t even know me 😁

You: Goodbye Mark. You’re wasting my precious study time and you’re kind of annoying :)

You couldn’t imagine how any of your fellow students looked so relaxed and at ease with the endless piles of work. It was completely mind boggling.

Mark and his friends were those sort of people, and you were always jealous of them. How they continued to stay on top of assignments? You would never know.

“You were such an asshole when we first met.” His presence catches you off guard, but you can recognize that chuckle from anywhere. Silently turning your body to face him, you smile, dismissing his brutally honest comment.

“Well. I never knew having friends could be so…”

He finished your thought for you, “Life changing? Exciting? Eye opening?”

“Mhm.” You hum, mindlessly patting the spot next to you on the balcony, expecting him to plop down in the exact spot any second now.

“I admit, I was a complete bitch for no reason.” You stare at the sunset as you speak, knowing that Mark is simply listening in. “I was jealous of you. You were so effortlessly funny and friendly. Everyone knew and loved you, plus you got exceptionally good grades.”

Honestly, you don’t know why you were admitting to any of this. It made you feel as if you were a terrible person. Hopefully mark didn’t see you that way.

You sigh, “I wanted to be you. It was so unfair how I practically slaved away all day and night while you and your friends were out partying every other day yet still managing to pass. I wanted that to be me.”

You stare at Mark now, waiting to him to respond to such a presumptuous confession.

He was smiling, a smile full of love and kindness. He huffs out a laugh, you should’ve known he could never hate you. He could never hate anyone, no matter how wrong they could treat him.

“Can I admit something too?” He’s staring straight into your eyes now, a serious look taking over his features. “That day, I didn’t know it was your number, but-“ he clears his throat, bracing himself for the things he was about to admit to.

“I was interested in you before we became friends. You seemed pretty chill, but I never approached you since you always seemed like you wanted nothing to do with the human species. You were also really pretty…”

You ignore the butterflies that erupt in your stomach, and hopefully Mark couldn’t see the slight blush that appeared on your face.

He lays down onto his back, laughing with his arms behind his head for support. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t give up on you?” He teases, poking you in the side with his elbow gently.

You smile and hit him on the shoulder playfully, rolling over onto your side to look at him. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t block you as soon as you texted me?”

He laughs even harder now, admitting that he found it funny how you seemed so intimidating over text but in person you were completely different.

“You wouldn’t even remember me if I hadn’t kept texting though,” he responds, ending the sentence with another chuckle.

“Wish I blocked you sooner so I didn’t start warming up to your annoying ass.” You speak with a serious expression, but one glance at Mark is all it takes for a laugh to force its way out, his own laughter causing you to giggle even harder.

“God, I love you Y/n. Seriously. You’re the best friend I could ever ask for.”

There it is. “Best friend”. All hope for you was over. You’ve officially been friend-zoned.

You ponder for a moment, thinking about all that he’s done for you and considering how easily things could’ve been different if you weren’t such a jealous bitch in the beginning.

Your friendship could’ve been so much stronger by now if you had accepted his kindness from the start, and you mentally scold yourself for it.

“Say it back.” He orders, perking up from his relaxed position and scooting closer to your body in between every passing second. “Say it back before it’s too late.”

“Why should I? Admitting I wanted to be you is already embarrassing enough. My embarrassment level is already full for today, tell me again tomorrow and maybe I’ll answer.”

“Alright then,” he tsks, “Guess I’ll just have to tickle you until you admit you love me back.”

Your eyes widen in genuine terror. You absolutely hated getting tickled and promised you would personally file a complaint to the police if Mark ever even thought about tickling you.

“Mark. Stop.”

“Say it back, idiot.”

Hissing through your teeth, you prepare for the worst. You’d rather just tell him you love him back than endure his attacks of merciless tickles and teasing.

Conceding defeat, you blink at him and fight the embarrassing grin that wants to appear on your lips. “I love you too Mark.” Hearing yourself say those words out loud almost has you jumping up and down with embarrassment and sending shivers down your spine.

You take a deep breath, trying to stay in control of your emotions.

He smiles, feeling content with your words. You’ve been friends for so long, and now you’ve finally mustered up the courage to tell him how you feel.

Countless times, he’s told you he loves you, but you’ve never said it back until now. You felt like a brand new person.

There’s a comfortable beat of silence before he speaks up, distrusting the moment of pure silence.

“Isn’t the sunset so pretty?” He murmurs, eyes completely focused on something else.

“Mark. You’re not even looking at the sunset,” you laugh, seeming to be completely clueless at what he was hinting at.

He chuckles at your ignorance before taking your hands into his and looking you in the eye. “Y/n. You’re pretty.” Your breath catches in your throat, “I like you. I thought it would be so obvious by now. I’ve been hinting at it for ages but you’re just so clueless it seems like this is the only way you would ever realize.”

He grins sheepishly, wincing as he awaits your reaction.

The only thing you can do is stare at him wide eyed, jaw almost completely on the floor at the sudden confession. “You like me?”

“Mhm.” He mumbles, scooting even closer to you, his eyes gazing straight at your lips.

He moves forward, cupping your face with his hands so he can finally attempt to kiss you.

Mark had no idea why he was feeling so bold in that moment. This situation could either go extremely terrible or surprisingly well.

He stops before his lips touch yours, giving you a second to push him away if you really needed to. You lightly grasp his side and he smiles before connecting your lips together.

It feels like heaven, almost like you two were meant to be. You wonder why you hadn’t done this sooner, and then remember that you were the one being so blinded by friendship that you dismissed his obvious flirting as teasing all this time.

All of Marks emotions embrace him as he backs away, warmth and comfort echoing between the two of you. Mark is a mess, face red and hands jittering uncontrollably and you find it quite amusing.

“I cant believe I actually just did that…” Mark is so overwhelmed as he retreats, barely able to keep his composure as he nearly fumbles with his words.

Your cheeks flush with the realization that you had just kissed Mark. You struggle to keep a grin from forming on your face. “Me neither…” you mumble, bringing a hand up to your lips, still shocked.

Mark smiles at you with adoration, mustering up the courage to finally say what he’s been holding back for the last few years. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

He looks into your eyes in anticipation, barely able to contain his eagerness as he awaits for an answer.

“Mark, are you seriously asking me that right now?” You laugh, watching as marks smile fades away slightly in confusion. “How could I ever reject you?”

A sweet smile forms on your face, and the look of confusion soon leaves marks features as you kiss him again, making sure he understands that you are in fact, now his girlfriend.

[fawism]

From Dusk 'Til Dawn

Summary: When life gives you lemons, you don't make lemonade. You run for your life and pray that you'll make it out alive of this godforsaken, mass-infected land.

Pairings: Leon Kennedy/reader, Luis Serra/reader, Ada Wong/reader, slight Ashley Graham/reader

Word count and tags: at least 4k / canon-typical violence and your usual RE4R warnings. Slow burn, friendship, awkward flirting, attempt at humor err, slight angst/comfort for future chapters. SPOILERS!!

A/N: This is a multi-chapter fic just a heads up. I also published it in AO3 & Wattpad. :D This was originally a sole Leon fic from years ago until the remake ignited my will to continue the idea again. Note, Leon's technically not in the first chapter but I promise he'll be in the next one. Translations are in the comments!

Chapter 1: Straight outta horror movie

Filth latched on you. Its gross dampness oozed through the white fabric, violating the personal space that was your skin.

One more.

Just one more miscalculated step and you'd lose your well-kept balance, plummeting face first into the dirty, wet earth.

"Why am I even here?"

An upbeat cheer was your friend's response to your unending gripe. "You can do it! I believe in you."

"I don't believe in myself."

Sam was standing atop a boulder just ahead of you with her hands on her hips. "I thought you said you wanted to be adventurous for a change?"

"I said I needed a get-away from the city, not go hiking in this damn weather!" you fired back.

Of course you had terrible luck sliding across mud whilst traversing through the thick forest. Flailing around midway to steady yourself only did you more bad than good when your foot landed on an ankle-deep hole in the soil— you ought the universe likes to be cruel to you in that way.

Your other companion attempted to console your frustrations by extending a helping hand. "This is a sign that you should go out more so you can keep up with us." With Peter's efforts, he yanked you out of your misery and navigated you through the safety of an even ground.

"I do, just not with you two."

"Hurry, hurry!" Sam jogged onwards with a rushing Peter behind her.

"Wait up!"

You stood there dumbfounded, your grumbles of protest soon ignored as they playfully shoved each other all the way to an overview of the massive woods. "Yeah, don't mind me. I'm basically just air."

While they soaked in the presence of nature, snapping multiple photos of the same scenery— everywhere you looked were just rows of trees dimmed into the gathering fog— you busied yourself by sitting next to a withering plant, popping your sludge-filled sneaker off.

You deflated at its state. My shoe.

"We're almost there." The ever so enthusiastic Sam motioned at the path beyond. She withdrew a worn-out map from her bag, waving it off with a wide smile, before flipping it right open. It left you wondering how old the poor thing was, seemed like one more careless unfolding and she would tear it apart herself out of excitement. "It says here there's only a mile until the gates of the abandoned church."

"It feels like I'm in a horror movie about dumb teens walking to their death," you said flatly, back hunched as you tapped the disgusting residues out of your shoe.

"Don't make me drag you by your legs." Your vacant stare glazed over hers. As if she would be able to without cracking a back or two. "Look, I promise you, it's going to be an awesome experience."

"Not when we're walking right into cannibalistic territory."

"Don't worry," Peter piped up, sending you a small grin, "I don't think they're going to be interested in your guts anyways."

"Good, they can start chowing you down first."

Sam eagerly clapped her hands together. "Alright! Less talking, more climbing. Let's go."

Both of them brushed aside your worries as the paranoid talk of a horror enthusiast who has watched one too many films and began trudging up towards the murky terrain. With no other choice you slipped your ruined shoe back on, toes squirming uncomfortably in left-over mud as you pocketed your equally ruined sock.

Considering you had no plans of returning by yourself, far away from the civilization you all came from, you unwillingly followed suit with a permanent scowl on your lips.

Apparently your friends' idea of escaping the hardships of responsibility and adulthood was to trek these rocky cliffs in search for an ancient church hidden within the mountains of this remote land. Scratch that, you reminded yourself that they were nothing but co-workers who have managed to recruit you into their quest of going off-course from the trail a local guide had specifically told you not to go off-course.

The situation had set your alarm bells ringing off the charts. Who in their right minds would journey through these unregistered parts of the area without an escort?

If looks could kill, you'd be charged with first degree murder. Unaware of your glare focused on their backs, Sam and Peter chattered amongst themselves about the thrilling possibility of discovering something bizarre.

It was true that you wanted to step out of your comfort zone at least once. So rather than opting for a usual holiday inn along with the most basic, jam-packed tourist hotspots, you were convinced to accept their offer of exploring an obscure landscape with a secret underground structure.

Honestly, it wasn't that bad.

It wasn't supposed to be this bad.

You wouldn't be moping about if only your colleagues didn't stray from the original route you had all decided to stick to.

Your mind wouldn't be full of unimaginable terrors if the resident guide didn't just vanish nearly two hours ago when he made a beeline to the closest gutter somewhere to take a piss, which prompted your group to continue forward because how else were you guys going to get your money's worth from paying this trip if not make a curious little detour on your own?

No, everything would have been fine if there were no ominous grey clouds hanging above the skies, nor pitter-patters of water dropping lightly on your heads.

Peter swatted your arm at the sight of your sour expression. "Keep frowning like that and you're gonna end up old early I'm telling you."

Leaves and twigs crunched beneath the weight of your feet as the three of you constantly marched through the overgrown branches on the way.

You smacked a few out of your face. "Nothing to smile about in my life."

Sam paused in her steps, whirling around to confront you. Her hands were soon on your shoulders accompanied by a squeeze. "Stop getting worked up so much. You need to relax, okay?" Now she was shaking the hell out of you. "Breathe in some fresh air! Get rid of the pollution in your lungs."

"It stinks in here," you said as a matter-of-fact.

The surrounding environment reeked that it felt like the stench personally sucker-punched you in the nose. It was as if here rested a burial of decaying flesh and numerous crap combined.

Hopefully said decaying flesh was of animal remains, not something... much worse.

"Man, don't be lame. We don't get this much days-off from corporate so you might as well enjoy yourself," Peter huffed as the three of you resumed walking.

"He's right. Do you really have to be negative about it?" Sam questioned, craning her head sideways to peek at you.

"Listen, I'm not here to spoil your fun."

"Well you're already doing a good job at it."

"The point is," you interjected fast, "it takes zero effort to be a bit more careful in general."

She raised her brows. "Yeah, because a cannibal's going to jump its teeth right at us."

"Or some rando with a mask and a machete," Peter added, nudging at her. They both wore matching snickers. "See? This is what happens when you keep watching those crappy B-rated films at midnight."

You deadpanned at their lack of tact in comprehending the dangers of travelling on foreign roads. "When I die, I'm haunting you two first."

Not that this exchange was anything new.

It should've been half expected, them dismissing your comfort in general for their own fun. The last time you attended a company gathering, a couple of your associates were dragging you left and right to a toast by chugging multiple bottles at once. One thing led to another, with you refusing to be black-out drunk with some unfamiliar faces, then you ended up getting blamed for killing the fun out of the party.

All because you didn't like the idea of being wasted around people you didn't know. That and you wouldn't want to turn up at work the next day with a banging headache.

You didn't hate your co-workers.

Although you were tempted to wring some of their necks at one point or two, you'd rather learn how to mingle with the crowd than be tagged as a pathetic social outcast. Sure, you can stand up for yourself, but it was easier to stay on everybody's good side while you simply faded into the office wallpaper minding your own business (not at the expense of your boundaries of course!)

It's hard enough that your superiors stack tons of reports on your desk with a huge, fat date of a deadline attached to it, you didn't need another hassle in the form of people who actively wished for your downfall just because you were being a jerk about somebody's ugly outfit or whatever.

Having close acquaintances to help you out with a few workloads was a plus too.

And so, socialize you did.

"If you hate it so much, why did you bother coming?" Sam fell back in line beside you while Peter wandered ahead.

You stomped on dirt as you treaded under the bleak drizzle of the afternoon. "Because if I didn't, who knows what would happen to you two? And they might accuse me of pushing you off a cliff or something if I came back without you guys in tow."

Her quiet snort didn't go unnoticed. "Would you push us off a cliff or something?"

"Hm." Your eyes shortly closed, as if you were contemplating over the thought. "I'm still deciding on it."

An abrupt shift in the background and hasty rustling from the hills had you snapping your neck in alarm towards the source of the unwelcomed noise. Your gaze started darting everywhere, seeking for anything, anyone, scurrying around the meadows prepared to pounce on your unsuspecting selves.

You turned to Sam, shushing her with a finger. "Hold up."

"Now what?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Oh for Pete's sake," she exclaimed in disbelief.

Peter tossed a glance by his shoulder. "You called?"

"No not you!"

"Okay, I swear, I heard something." Your voice hinted budding anxiety.

"Can you please stop scaring yourself every five minutes?"

"It could have been a squirrel or raccoon on the run from you," Peter suggested out loud.

Wind breezed just right past the edge of your cheeks.

Something swift came whizzing from behind you, hitting Sam and straight up knocking the breath out of her backwards.

Your heart almost leaped out of your throat that you would have stumbled on your feet if they were not physically petrified on the forest floor at the same time. Eyes bulging wide and insides twisting together in sick realization, you stilled at the arrow that was jammed deep into Sam's shoulder.

Dark red started blooming along her clothes while she laid there stunned.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Holy shit!

Frantic screams erupted all together, cutting through the once uncanny silence encompassing the woods.

Your head shot up everywhere while you cradled her against you. Sam's trembling hands hovered unsurely to where the tip of the arrow has punctured her. She gasped through labored breathing, spluttering words of pain and sobbing begs for help.

"Peter!"

He dashed towards the two of you before you knew it, his knees skidding across the field. Peter found himself in a binding frenzy and his immediate move was to rip the arrow out of Sam's flesh at her repeated pleas.

"Wait don't!"

She burst into another fit of shrieks.

"Shit!" Peter was quick to let go of the arrow's handle once he understood his grave mistake. He jerked around back and forth the area. "Where did it come from?!"

"I don't know!"

"¡Forasteros!"

"¡Cazadlos!"

"¡Preparad la trampa!"

Not far away from your rooted position were screeches of a seemingly angry mob emerging from nowhere. Their initial silhouettes soon changed into clear outlines, revealing a group of villagers rapidly approaching armed with various pitchforks, sickles and torches illuminating their vicious nature.

Hostile gazes were dead set upon you.

"¡Muerte!"

Fear rattled you down to the very core. "Get her up! Now." Your arms circled around Sam's limbs to hoist her up, Peter did the same, and both of you began carrying her limping form with all your mights. Her head flopped to the side, signifying that she was on the verge of passing out. "Sam, stay with me."

An arrow came zipping through the air.

And another.

And another.

"Watch out!" In a matter of seconds you were tackling Peter to the ground. Filth spread throughout your clothes as the two of you rolled out of the ambush.

Long ago did you forget your holds on Sam. The force of their consecutive shots sent her flying and toppling on her back. When you wobbly pushed yourself back up to reach out for her, your voice died into a mute static, mouth hanging agape in sheer shock. Terror tightened its clutch on you as your heart lurched at the image in front of you.

"—elp."

There was an arrow lodged into Sam's windpipe. Similar ones were protruding from her thighs and abdomen from singlehandedly taking on the earlier onslaught. You watched in quiet horror as she miserably clawed at the one speared on her neck while choking in her own blood, light splatters painting her face as she gurgled the thick liquid now pooling from her mouth. Red slowly trickled underneath her, it stained the golden browns and bright greens of the fallen wet leaves.

"—go."

A different voice reverberated through the soundless background, screaming for your name.

"Let's go!" Peter's hand seized you by the collar of your shirt, almost strangling you in the process. He pulled your mind out of the water and you instantly tumbled forward alongside him. "Move godammit!"

You finally found your footing at his harsh tug and the two of you raced maniacally through the woods, never once looking back. You didn't think you canever look back at the macabre where you left your dying companion behind.

It wasn't until a few minutes into making a run for your lives did you glide into a complete stop. You placed a hand against a tree to support yourself from the hammering in your chest and to catch some needed air. "Sam, she," you uttered, regaining the ability to speak again without bile threatening to spill. There was an inaudible crack in your tone. "She was..."

Peter was just as breathless as he combed through the stuff inside his backpack. "W–we need to, we need to call for help," he stammered, fumbling with the phone that he barely had a grasp on.

Following his act, you brought out yours. Your grip intensified, stomach sinking at the screen with zero reception. "Really, at a time like this?"

"Useless piece of crap!" Peter threw the device in a brief outburst of rage. It smashed against the bark of a tree. He wound up scrubbing his face, hands moving to clutch his hair.

"What are we gonna do?" You thrusted your phone back into your bag. "Sam had the map."

"I... don't know." Peter lifted his disoriented features at you. He sniffed a bit and rubbed his nose using the sleeves of his jacket. "I don't know."

Lightning flashed above the dreary skies. The thunder's presence rumbled across a distance soon after. A storm was brewing not far ahead.

"Aprisa, aprisa, seescapan los corderitos!"

Both of you jolted out of the fleeting sense of peace, trepidation on the rise yet again at the impending horde whose sole mission was to disembowel you alive by the looks of it.

"They caught up," you whispered panic-stricken as you ducked out of their line of sight.

Peter grabbed your arm. "When I run, you run, got it?"

"Do you even know where we're going?"

"It doesn't matter!" he retorted, "We're running until we find help. Don't look back, you understand?"

You gulped, before flashing him a hesitant nod with your lips forming a tight line.

"C'mon."

Adrenaline pumped through your nerves as the two of you sprinted blindly towards the woodland.

Peter appointed himself to take the lead and was now speeding in front of you. "We're going to be fine, we're going to be fine, we're going to be fine," he continuously mumbled under his breath. It was more of a reassurance for him to help his remaining sanity intact. His jaws clenched in agitation, the throbbing across his ribs was non-stop.

He risked a glimpse at you, hoping that you were still trailing behind him. Stick together and we're going to be fine.

A violent snap echoed in your ears.

"Fuck! Ah!"

Dread crashed down on you all at once. You could feel your own foundation on the brink of crumbling at the scene playing right before your eyes that you almost collapsed when you staggered back.

Peter howled in agony on the ground, hanging on to his leg where his foot has been clamped shut by a bear trap. Its rusty maw chewed at his flesh, the teeth penetrated his muscles open while chunks of skin still dangled around the pulverized bone of his ankle joint.

"No no no." Fingers dug into the gaps of the trap as you scratched at its surface, putting all of your combined strength into prying them apart. "Come on you stupid metal crap!"

"Stop."

You didn't hear it the first time.

"I said stop."

You refused to hear whatever the fool has to say at all.

"You're hurting me you dumbass!" Peter slapped your desperate tries away. His words and actions, however, contrasted the rueful smile he had on. Peter dropped his head, his shoulders visibly quaking that you couldn't exactly discern whether he was about to cackle or cry or whichever in between. Then he broke into a series of strained laughter seconds later, which slowly but surely evolved into him shedding mild tears. "I'm bleeding."

"No shit." The blood smeared along his pants said as much. "Now help me get you out!"

"I..." He practically drifted off at the fact that he's screwed, catching himself before he could absolutely lose it. "I'm only going to slow you down."

"Peter Connors, I'm going to drag your ass if I have to!" you yelled at his face as you forced your way through the trap once again, striving to split it open.

His conviction in saving you nearly wavered at your stubbornness to let him go. "You need to leave."

You snatched him by his shirt. "Pull yourself together and stop playing hero!"

He aggressively shoved you in return that he slipped off from your hold. "Do you want to die? I said go!"

His words rendered you speechless. How were you supposed to answer that knowing what he's asking of you meant?

"Beat it before they get here! Just..."

The situation crushed you, despaired with the struggling realization of leaving someone you knew behind to their doom. Again.

It was a miracle that Peter was even capable of a weak chuckle at his misfortune, yet he did. "Horror survival 101, am I right? What else are we supposed to do?"

Your expression contorted, eyes blurring misty. There was a lump stuck in your throat, together with uncertainty that kept your tongue tied. "I'm..."

No.

"I'm going to get help."

Why are you parting him with false hopes?

"So don't you dare die on me, you hear me?"

He doubted he'd still be here in one piece if you did come back. Peter's mouth twitched into a small, helpless smile. "Loud and clear."

You ended up squeezing his shoulder, because it was the only thing you could ever possibly offer someone who would be meeting their eventual demise. "Hang tight."

Great, you sucked at comforting a man who's at death's door too.

"Now go."

He didn't have to tell you twice.

You were already fleeing from the site, like your legs have worked on a mind of their own and now they're pushing you to the limit as you bolted through the extensive land regardless having zero knowledge of the right track.

There should be at least one decent person in this place who could help you out, right?

Right?

"¡Oye!"

With you barreling your way through the forest like a madman, you didn't have ample time to hit the brakes the moment someone else appeared right in front of your path. The impact struck hard as you unintentionally hurled yourself at them, the collision launching both of you spinning down the steep hills against each other.

Pain exploded across your skull when you landed on your back after with a loud thud. "I c— I can't breathe," you wheezed, applying all of your remaining energy turning to your side, but the person responsible for your lack of oxygen doubled your suffering by pressing you down with his entire weight on top of your body.

The man stroked his head, wincing as he carefully picked himself up with a groan, "¡Mierda, you literally ran me over."

Your fight or flight response kicked in as soon as there was space between the two of you and you thrashed like crazy, causing your fist to jab him by the chin. He yelped, jumping back from your punch. You took this chance to spring back on your feet despite the overwhelming ache crossing your temples.

You scrambled with anything you can get your hands on to defend yourself against this likely deranged stranger, until you uncovered a large stone beneath the rubble.

"Woah woah woah!" He almost tipped his balance at the insane intruder rising up with a rock on their hand. "So after your little hit-and-run you're just gonna bash my head in, huh? Is that it?"

"The hell are you saying?" You hissed, vision and limbs unsteady. "Are you a member of that cannibalistic cult?!" you demanded, jutting your weapon in his direction to show him how ready you were to use it if necessary.

"Don't lump me with them! I'm not the one looking like a lunatic."

Your heated clash was interrupted by the imminent, recognizable voices from afar.

"¡Ahíestan!"

"Oh good, did you really have to bring an army with you?"

"Yeah, because I just love the attention from a bunch of crazy townsfolk."

The trade of sarcasm didn't go undetected that the conversation earned a glower of annoyance from you and a pompous smirk from him.

"Looks like we're partners in crime now, no?"

"What?"

"They hate you, they hate me. I don't think they're on their way here to invite us for dinner, don't you think?" His talk was dripping casual as if this was all routine of a typical Sunday morning. "What do you say?"

The shouts were increasing in volume.

"Okay, fine. Fine!" You flung the rock in another direction, resigning your fate into his hands. "Lead the way then or else we're the ones on the menu tonight."

The mystery man didn't budge at first, which provided you with the impression that perhaps you made a mistake of trusting whoever this guy was, instead he put his open palm out for you to— you assumed— shake?

"Luis Serra."

You swiped at him and his untimely introduction. "Save it for later!"

"Ow, rude," he said pretending to be disheartened at your rejection of his camaraderie, before the traces of his comical attitude disappeared, now replaced by a genuine grasp on both of your present circumstances.

"Run like your whole life depends on it."

[duchess7878]

a part 2 has been requested for my cowboy!Johnny fic! I hope you like it :)

a/n: I love doing these requests, they give me inspiration to write because it makes me happy that y'all can get something from it <3

warning(s): rough sex, dub-con, kidnapping, degradation, slapping, knife-play, blood-play, choking, kicking, manipulating

part 2/2 of cowboy!Johnny short story (unless more is requested and the same goes for all of my stories, if you want more let me know <3)

18+ MDNI

My hand trembled as I read the note. He isn't really coming back is he? I stood for a moment as I tried to consider my options, but my mind was so clouded with fear I could barely conjure a coherent thought. If he came back, does that mean he would take me back to his gang? What would happen to me then? My eyes welled with tears as my heart clenched and my breathe I became heavy. The saloon was bustling as I quickly left the room and walked down the stairs of the saloon, almost tripping over my skirt. I left the saloon and stepped out onto the muddy road.

I didn't bother looking for a carriage because of what happened with the last one. So I began walking down the road and out of town, wanting to leave the area before Slaughter came back. The longing feeling I had when I woke this morning is now long gone, my mind made up that I didn't want this. He was a murderer, and a sadistic one at that.

The road was quiet and tense. I couldn't stop turning my head, just waiting for Slaughter to come out of nowhere and haul me off again. Anyone who knew anything knew that Johnny Slaughter of the Slaughter gang had the most uncanny ability to track in the world. The only thing that you had against it is to keep moving and that's exactly what I was doing. I didn't care where I ended up, just as long as he doesn't find me again. Who knows what he'll do if he comes back and realizes I didn't listen to him.

Johnny could feel the vein in his head throb upon returning to the Newt saloon and you were nowhere to be found. He had quickly searched the rest of the town and had turned up nothing. His instructions seemed so simple and clear, a child could understand. Now why did you have to up and run away? He laughed out loud to try and mask his irritation so the situation wouldn't bother him more than it already has. Johnny began to walk back to the room he had rented the night before knowing that he could pick up your trail there.

"Hey! You have ta-" The bartenders words were cut short as Johnny shot him a menacing look.

"Shut yer mouth. He said, not stopping and turning his head back towards the stairs.

Johnny wasn't going to let anyone or anything get in the way of his prized possession. It had been a while since he has been irked this badly and he would make sure you were punished for that. Upon reaching the room, your scent immediately filled his nostrils. It must be your favorite scent if you used it again this morning. He didn't want to go off of scent alone, as there were many smells in the wilderness and yours can get mixed up in them easily.

Johnny didn't need to search long before he found a solid footprint to utilize in his tracking. Your prints were so clear to him they almost glowed and he couldn’t be happier to be led to his treasure. He stood up straight and began following the prints out of the saloon, down the road, and out of town.

“I’m gonna find you. I will, I promise!” He said, whistling for his horse to come over.

I was growing tired from how long I had been walking. The sun now was setting, signaling I had been going from dawn ‘til dusk. I was sure I had put enough distance between Slaughter and I to take at least a small break, my feet and back were aching horribly. I turned off of the road and walked a little ways beyond the tree line, having a small plan that I would run deeper into the woods in the event that Slaughter did happen to find me. I decided to sit and rest along a tree, the bark digging uncomfortably into my back but it’s much preferred to being on my feet for a moment longer. I wasn’t even able to take in a deep breathe before I heard a twig snap and I was immediately tense again. I whipped my head around looking for anything that could’ve made that sound and I took in a huge sigh of relief upon seeing a doe in the distance. I started to relax and closed my eyes for just a moment.

“I wouldn’t get too comfortable just yet sweetheart.” A voice rang out right next to my ear.

I yelped and shot away from the voice, looking up to confirm my worst fear. How could he have already found me? I put so much distance between us.

“In yer fear, you seem to have forgotten somethin’ darlin’; I have a horse. It’s funny how being so afraid can make somethin’ so simple slip a persons mind.” A malicious smirk formed on his face.

I didn’t bother letting him continue what he was going to say, I turned and ran. My feet were pounding, but that didn’t compare to my heart at the moment. I couldn’t think of anything else but getting away from him, I was scared for my life. I didn’t want to be hurt or killed, I don’t want to be eaten either if the rumors of the gang are true. My footsteps were heavy as I ran through the thick foliage, the branches whipping me and breaking skin all over the surface of my arms and shins. My dress was getting torn with each second I ran through the woods.

“This is pointless ya know. Quit fightin’.” I heard his voice call from behind before I felt something squeeze around my midsection, clotheslining me and sending me flying backwards onto the ground. The wind was knocked out of me and my mouth fell open, desperate to take in a breathe. I heard the ground crunching beneath his boots as he walked up beside me. I looked up at him and he snarled down at me, his fury evident on his features.

Without a word, he kicked his foot hard into my ribs, reeling back and kicking harshly once again. I screamed out in pain, trying to move my arm to block the spot he was hurting but to no avail, the rope around me keeping me in place.

“I asked you to do one thing doll, it wasn’t that difficult was it? Or are you too stupid to understand simple instruction?” He asked. I wasn’t able to respond immediately due to the immense pressure on my chest from the kicking and the fall, I still could barely breathe at the moment.

“You must be since you won’t answer. Since yer so desperate to breathe, let me help you with that.” He snickered and lifted his foot, pressing it harshly on my neck. I went to throw my hands up to lessen the pressure, but ended up pulling my shoulders, quickly reminded that I was bound and completely at his mercy.

“Please..” I choked out, barely comprehensible.

“Please what darlin’?” He asked mockingly, pressing slightly harder.

“Stop, please!” I shrieked out with every bit I had, tearing my throat in the process from the force I needed to implement to produce a loud sound.

“Will you listen if I tell you to stay put in the future?” He questioned, very lightly lessening the pressure on my throat. I nodded vigorously.

“Forgive me, but I just don’t believe ya darlin’.” He sighed.

“Trust me, I want to. You hurt me back there, more than I’m hurting you now.” He took his foot off of my throat.

I was finally able to take in a breath, but a new pain immediately shot through me. Like I suspected, my throat is torn to all hell. I watched as he walked from my head down to feet, looking me dead in the eyes before lifting his boot again and slamming it down onto my ankle. A loud crunch echoed through the trees. I threw my head back and screamed despite my throat being torn. The pain was intense and I sobbed following the scream, not expecting the sudden bludgeon. Heavy, hot tears followed the sobs and that earned a coo from Johnny.

“Aw, did that hurt doll? Maybe you’ll remember this next time you don’t listen to me. This should also prevent you from tryin’ to leave again for a while and just to warn you, I will do this a many times as I need if you make me.” He threatened.

“I’m sorry Johnny, please stop this.” I cried.

“You ain’t sorry, not yet.” He growled, fastening the rope he’s been holding and started dragging me towards a nearby tree. Once there, he stood me up against it and used his lasso to tie me against the tree. My ankle ached horribly in this position, but I knew it would do me no good to tell him that.

I heard a familiar metallic sound as he pulled his knife from his sheathe and stalked up to me. He stepped up until we were chest to chest, he was craning his neck to look down at me and I could feel his warm breath on the top of my head. I refused to look up at him, but that didn’t sit long. He pressed the point of his knife to the bottom of my jaw, penetrating the skin as he forced me to look up at him. I felt the blood run down my neck as I looked into his dark eyes, now filled with lust alongside the rage.

“There ya go.” He praises, removing the knife from my neck and running the tip along his tongue. He groaned as the blood touched his taste buds, it being the most delicious thing he’s tasted in a while.

He then lifted his knife to the side of my neck and made a small cut, latching his lips onto it. He sucked the wound harshly and the blood along with it, but it wasn’t enough for him. Biting the wound, the blood was forced to flow more as he sucked every drop, a guttural groan sounding out when the coppery taste flooded his senses. Now afraid that he may actually eat a chunk of flesh from my neck, I began wiggling in the restraints, scrunching my neck to try and restrict his access. It worked, but he was not happy with it.

A heavy snarl formed on his lips as he lifted his hand, slapping me hard across the face. Before I could even react to the pain, another slap came to my other cheek and a small cut formed above my cheekbone, it bled heavily. A small cry came past my lips as the pain burned throughout my entire body.

“You better not stop me again, or you’ll regret it.” He growled harshly, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look at him.

“Come on doll, can you be a good girl for the bad man? I promise to not hurt you again.” He asked mockingly, getting in my face and licking the blood from it with the tip of his tongue.

“Yes, I will.” I said quietly, choking down sobs.

“You will what? And speak up darlin’, I want to hear you loud and clear.” He said in a slow and mocking tone.

“I’ll be a good girl.” I cried louder, my voice breaking heavily from the abuse it suffered earlier.

“That’s better.” He praised. He took as step back from me and reached up to my chest, bunching it up as he did my undies last night and ripping it open, exposing my chest to the cold air of the night. My buds hardening immediately and he groaned lightly under his breath. Without letting go of his knife, he began unbuckling his belt with his off hand. He pulled it swiftly from his the loops in his jeans and flicked the end of the strap up into his hand along with the buckle so he had a small whip of sorts. My eyes widened, quickly understanding what it was for.

I watched his hand intently and he reached the belt up to my breast and lightly ran it over the mound before flicking it up and bringing it down on top of my tit, the whip sound bouncing between the trees. I felt my chest bounce at the smack and he looked extremely satisfied with his performance. Without another word, he began his work. He whipped his belt onto each breast, back and forth, about 15 smacks on each. When he was finished, my entire chest had gone numb and I couldn’t feel anything above my stomach. My face and chest both out of commission from his torture.

“I don’t think I can wait for that pussy anymore doll.” He said, reaching to his jeans and stroking himself through the thick fabric, his head slowly lolling back as he pleasured himself.

“Then get it over with.” I spat.

“Ah ah ah, you said you were gonna be a good girl for me.” He said, not bothering lifting his head to look at me.

“Please.” I said softly.

“That’s my girl.” He said, shoving his pants down to his knees and taking a couple of steps forward, stopping once our chests were pressed together. He reached down between us, lifted my legs up around his hips and took his cock into his hand. He began pressing his head into my folds, biting his lip in focus once the contact was made. I couldn’t help but blush at the clear desire on his face, and I wondered if looked like this with other women he fucked.

He was slow this time as he pushed his way in, much unlike last night.

“Are you still mad at me?” I asked, unable to understand his behavior.

“Oh darlin’, I can’t stay mad at you. I think you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger.” He whispered towards the end, bottoming out as he finished his sentence. He completely stilled as he made eye contact with me.

“How’s about you come live with me? You’ll be fed, protected, and fucked real good. How’s that sound doll? You just have to keep being my good girl.” He asked.

Knowing that my chances alone were dwindling with every passing day, I considered the opportunity. I wouldn’t have to worry about a place to stay or something to eat, on top of that I won’t have to constantly look over my shoulder everywhere I go. I nodded, understanding that it was my best option.

“Atta girl.” He said, pulling his hips back and thrusting harshly back into me. I let out a yelp at the sudden change, again, in behavior. He began to pound into me ruthlessly, our hips slapping together loudly, the sound making me more wet by the second.

“Damn, you feel so good.” He said, gripping my thighs and pulling me closer to him, my breasts pressing hard against his chest. He pulled back for a moment a ripped his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground next to him.

“Wanna feel you.” He muttered, quickly pressing our chests back together as he pressed his lips to mine gently. His harsh thrusts didn’t let up and whimpers fell from my throat as the pleasure rose from his touch.

“Yeah, tell me how good I make you feel.” He growled, his lips not leaving mine.

“So good Johnny, better than I’ve ever felt.” I moaned against his plush lips, not wanting this to end.

“Damn right.” He said, hips thrusts becoming erratic as he threw his head back, groaning loudly.

“Gonna cum in you doll.” He moaned, locking his hips to mine as he came.

Breathing heavily, he kept himself inside me as he came back down to earth, titling his head forward and making eye contact. He leaned forward and pressed his head to mine, kissing me lightly on the lips one more time.

“I’m definitely keeping you. You’re stuck with me doll.”

Part 1 :)

[fenomeno-invisible]

Going back to practice on digital painting. It’s a pain in the ass (:

This is based on @xhanisai ‘s fic: But you'll never be alone, I'll be with you from dusk 'til dawn, Ch. 23 (<--link)

I love their use of the sakura petals as a blush metaphor on Marinette (and she blushes a lot)

[asirensrage]

You said that you'd wanted to and wrote apage for From Dusk Til Dawn, what was your story going to be about?

I did! I even had a bit written and a playlist made for it lol. Um..I don't really remember. Let me find it. It took place after the show...

From what I remember, it was basically about Kate finding herself waking up in strange places with bodies and panicking because she thought she was being possessed again. The brothers take action to try to figure out what's happening to her and how they can save her.

It leads them to a bar and an oc who was either a seer or had some powers of her own. I don't know, I don't really remember tbh. This was years ago lol. It was going to be a Richie/OC fic with Kate/Seth as the other pairing. I had maybe a page written (and none of my notes saved ofc). I'll share it below lol. It's not great but whatever. The beauty of writing is that you get better as time passes (and this doc was originally saved in 2018...) FYI, the bit below isn't completely in order or fleshed out and rereading it makes me weirdly aware of how I improved lol.

Kate opened her eyes and looked around in horror. She wasn’t in bed. She wasn’t in the motel or in a car listening to the brothers argue with each other. She stood in an alley, blood dripping from the hand that held a heart. The body it belonged to lay at her feet. 

“No,” she whispered to herself. “No, no, no.” Her heart pounded in her chest, and she dropped the heart, curling her hand into her chest. This couldn’t be happening. Amaru was gone. The gate to Xibalba was closed. There should be no way…she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Prayers flowed over her lips in whispers. The ringing of a cell phone jolted her out of her thoughts. The man’s pocket lit up faintly in the dark. She reached down, pulling it out of his pocket before ignoring the call. She could hear Seth’s voice in her head warning her that if she dialled, the call could be traced back. She didn’t care. This couldn’t happen again. Not again. 

“Who is this?” Her panic instantly started to calm at his voice.

“Seth?” her voice sounded so small. They would know what to do though.

“Kate? Where the fuck are you?” She could hear Richie in the background, calling her name, demanding to know what was happening.

“I don’t know. I just…I think I killed someone. I don’t know.” Her throat started to close up in fear. She thought she was over this. It had been months. “Seth, please,” her voice cracked.”

He swore into the phone. “Look around, anything that can tell us where you are?” 

She turned, looking out of the alley. “There’s a bar across the street. There’s a neon sign with two cats.” 

“Stay there. We’re coming.” 

-

“What’s happening to me?”

~

“This is your fault!”

~

“There is one who may help you. If you can convince her.”  

~

“I won’t let you do it.”

“You may not have a choice. I can’t do it again.”

“I won’t let you. We’ll find this girl. We’ll make her help.”

“Come on Katie-cakes, between the three of us? She won’t say no.”

-

The trio entered the bar. It was not as crowded as they expected, but every table was filled. Seth motioned for the bar and Kate and Richie followed. Seth ordered drinks as Kate looked around. The band started a slow song that mainly had an acoustic guitar and a woman standing on stage, singing in a low voice. 

“How the hell are we supposed to know who we’re looking for?” Seth grumbled, passing around the drinks after paying the bartender. 

“It’s her,” Richie said. He motioned at the stage. “She’s the one.”

“How the fuck do you know?” Seth snapped. Kate sipped at the coke and listened. The woman was staring at the three of them as she sang. 

“They used to be just like me and youThey used to be sweet little boysBut something went horribly askewNow killing is their only joy”

“Well that’s creepy,” she heard Seth mutter. Kate shuddered, an eerie sense of déjà vu upon her as she stared at the stage. The woman was pretty and her voice was almost as hypnotic as Kisa’s dancing was. That didn’t mean she wasn’t dangerous. The song ended and the woman on the stage met Kate’s eyes from across the room. The woman covered the microphone before speaking quickly with the band. 

[chikaras-garden]

what are your favourite fics currently? Fic recs?

Honestly getting this question is a massive compliment (because you trust my taste?? mine??) and I'm going to try to do as much justice as possible.

Not a comprehensive list, just some recent loves, ongoing faves, and fics I go back to again and again. Most include smut because porn with plot is my fave. If you're looking for a specific trope/kink/character, let me know and I'll go through my tags and ao3 for you!

I'm sorry if this is a little messy!

DC

Help Me Help You from @tetzoro's kinktober

@uc1wa's entire frat boy universe, but especially Dick and Roy

How to Disappear by @pluvialpoet

Saying We're Just Friends by @idyllcy

Mania by Erea (Ao3)

@xxgoblin-dumplingxx's gaslamp and weird kid AUs

Haikyuu

Dusk til Dawn by @mrs-kurooo

Starboy by @heavenlyakin

The White Knight by @doingitforbokuto

Cross Check by @kagelun

Bad Day, Good Day (not x reader) by MoraMew (Ao3)

Resident Evil

Hoist the Colours by @daydreamrot

Misc.

Size Difference (ft. Joel Miller) by @some-insomniac-writes

Faulty Test (ft. an incredible android OC) by @2kmps

Chiaroscuro (ft. vampire!Benedict Bridgerton) by @eleanor-bradstreet

Go with the Man to the Mountaintop (ft. Cullen Rutherford) by fereldenpeach (Ao3)

[markcampbells]

my Vashwood fics!

Hello hello, everyone! I've been a bit busy this week, but while @trigunfanfic appreciation week is still going on I wanted to put together a quick self-rec post of my Vashwood fics other than the one I've already written a post for. There's a little bit of everything--fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, ace for ace, and even my first go at writing T4T!

your pride like water in your lungs (drowns all the words it stole)

"Listen, you idiot." He holds up a hand to pre-empt any interruption from Vash. "You're embarrassed, I get that. Plain as day. S'pose there ain't no point in arguin' with ya there's no shame in it, so I won't. You're gonna fight tooth and nail on this but I'll say it anyway. Sit here with me for an hour and I'll distract ya, like ya wanted. Hour's up, we don't have to talk about it ever again. Pretend it never happened if you're so deadset on ignorin' it. Best of both worlds."

My proudest achievement thus far, featuring: Vash experiencing phantom limb pain and struggling to accept help, Wolfwood offering help and comfort unconditionally, and a whole lot of angst and pining. (Please mind the bittersweet ending tag!) Originally written for Ace Trigun Week and written from the perspective of ace for ace Vashwood.

haunts me faithfully from dusk 'til dawn

Vash keeps his eyes shut and doesn't answer. It makes no difference if he does or doesn't; he hears him, feels him, whether or not he acknowledges him. On a homestead far from everything, Vash lets himself imagine he isn't in bed alone.

featuring: post-TriMax heavy angst and hurt no comfort. Vash is Really Going Through It here. I would say it's my fault but really it's Nightow's. I just made it worse.

i used to live alone before i knew you

"Don't act so doe-eyed." The smoke that drifts his way makes him imagine Wolfwood flicking his wrist for emphasis. "Ev'ry so often ya put on like you're making eyes at some skirt that crosses your path, but your heart ain't in it. For anyone. Ever, near as I can tell. ... Not judgin' that, by the way; just the way some folks are wired. Point is, you've got no intention of jumping my bones or anyone's. I'd've left a bit of mystery if you did."

featuring: ace for ace and T4T Vashwood fluff/getting together! Originally written for Ace Trigun week, centered around casual nudity. Vash has insecurities about his lack of experience and Wolfwood is staunch and reassuring through it all.

as much, and somehow more

Vash's lips twitch downwards into a frown. "You scratching yourself bloody and throttling my plants with secondhand smoke somehow isn't my problem? Not to mention leaving the bed cold." "Spiky, look." Nicholas drags the hand of the arm Vash isn't tending to through his hair. He'll be awake for the next few hours; he may as well shower at some point. "Was feeling fucked up about heading back to the orphanage. Bein' paraded around like some kinda success story when we both know I'm anythin' but. Wasn't gonna put that on you if I could help it. Was hoping you'd still be asleep when I headed out. My bullshit ain't your responsibility."

featuring: modern AU emotional hurt/comfort, centered around Wolfwood coping with anxiety and Vash asking to stay by his side through it all. Good communication! And the mortifying ordeal of being loved, truly. This can also be read as ace for ace and is a sort of precursor to some other modern AU stuff I've got in the works.

That's all for now, folks! I'll be back tomorrow with a few more recs. This week has been so fun!

[dazedsies]

When he spotted movement and saw Sunny up close for the first time as the god’s feet landed on the ground, Kel was immediately struck. Sunny’s dark eyes met his and widened immediately.

Sunny was beautiful, and Kel fell in love instantly.

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Read a really cute SunnyxKel fic recently. From Dawn Til Dusk by tsukithewolf. It was a really lovely read. Based on the Omori Deity AU by @sonicheroes. Absolutely fell in love with the designs. So gorgeous. 🥺

[nocturnal-milk-dud]

Attack of the Spooky Season Requests! ⚰️

Please send one piece of media and one character. Here are a couple of fics from previous years if you want to get an idea of what these will look like.

If you don't care for any of the media I have listed (honestly that's fair) there's also a creature feature option. Send me your character of choice and a creature.

If you don't see a piece of media or a character that you wish you did let me know and I'll see what I can do. Characters and media from previous years are an option as well. Except From Dusk Til Dawn that one's in a cool down

As with all horror there's the potential for main character death, sluttiness, and smut. If you have a preference regarding smut, let me know. I usually just go with how I'm feeling. However, if your request is anonymous or your age is not listed in your bio, then the potential for smut is zero.

Send me as many as you want. Requests will close October 30th.

Also I apologize if any of the lists are difficult to read, if you have any questions, please let me know

Let's go!

@massivecolorspygiant @acrossthesestars @cheesybadgers @withmyteeth @heythere-mel @unicorn-cloud @maevesdarling @cruzwalters @saltyunicorn079 @artemiseamoon @thesandbeneathmytoes @guiltgoreglory @brattyfics @cregan-starks @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @chocoholicbec @heresathreebee @axreliono

[gggoldfinch]

Cemetery Gates is my fav fic of all time and it inspired me to write my first longfic (it's a Cardinal Copia x Reader because of course it is lol)

Do you have any writing tips? Or tips in general?

AAA thank you sm!!!! It always makes me so happy to hear that my work inspires others to create things themselves, it's really quite an honor ❤️

I don't have many writing tips that aren't already common knowledge, but I can try based on the ones I live by:

Take upload breaks when needed. If the juices aren't flowing then don't force it, because the product will likely not be the best it could be. This is why I take such long "breaks" during multichap fic writing, because I lose steam and fixate on other things and wouldn't want to force out a less than satisfactory chapter simply because I'm not feeling it at the time.

And jumping off of that, fixations will come and go. It's totally normal and okay if you loose the energy to continue a story because your attention shifts to other things. Don't beat yourself up over it!

Take regular breaks as needed too! I've spent many a day writing from dawn til dusk without properly taking care of myself, and that is NOT advisable lol. Look away from your laptop every once in a while, get something to eat and drink.

WRITE FOR YOURSELF!!!!!!! Obviously everyone has that little (or big) part of them that preens under the attention of an audience, but fic is a fun hobby! You shouldn't stress yourself about pleasing an audience! At the end of the day you're the most important audience member. Be like Denis Villeneuve directing Dune, be a self-indulgent mess.

Don't focus so much on meeting a certain word count. I find that if I let loose, things tend to unspool and the word count writes itself (which is usually how I end up with 10k+ monstrosities all the time). Purple prose also helps 🤣

Show don't tell!

Grammar, spelling, and punctuation are your best friends! Readers can easily be taken out of a piece that contains clunky grammar, poor spelling, and questionable punctuation. It's always important to grow and evolve as a writer, and that includes advancing technical skills! Here is a helpful guide for grammar and punctuation! Additionally, it's VERY important to separate paragraphs and dialogue when necessary. Here is a helpful tumblr post regarding paragraph breaks and dialogue.