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Yearling - Ch. 14: Time

You and Joel go on your first overnight patrol. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-13 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Violence against animals (not thoroughly described); canon-typical violence; canon-typical torture. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only 

Length: 7.4k 

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September 15, 2023

Time. 

What you needed was time, that’s it, you had to buy time, enough time for any of it to matter. 

Hercules was your largest horse. Your fastest but the hardest to control, the one with the biggest stride, the one you thought it would take more than one shot to take down. So you’d taken him.

Time, you just needed more fucking time. 

You whistled and Ruger howled back. You shifted Hercules, going for the sound. She’d have at least some of them in her sights. You pushed the horse faster, harder, feeling his heavy breaths from your position on his back. 

He was running full tilt when the gunshot cracked through the air. It was sharp and clear and you could hear the bullet as it passed you. You slung your rifle from over your shoulder and shifted the horse with your legs and body weight, the reins falling to his neck. A bullet whizzed past where your horse had been just a moment before but it was enough to give you an idea of the source and you caught a glimpse of him, a man in forest green and brown but the white of his skin caught your eye. You lifted the gun quickly and shot. He dropped and you whistled again, another howl from Ruger in response. You followed it. 

Your dog wasn’t far, tracking a group of about a dozen men from the trees. Her muzzle was bloodied which didn’t surprise you. You’d been tipped off to the attack by her sister, Gattling, running to the cabins with a chunk of flesh dangling from her jaws. 

It felt like you hadn’t breathed since then, jumping into action to do everything you could to protect your home, protect what mattered. 

But there was only so much you could do against numbers like this. All you could really hope to do was buy time.

“Ruger,” you kept your voice low, the men just 100 feet away through the forest. You doubted you’d even see them if you didn’t know the area, didn’t know how to hunt and stalk through the brush. Her head snapped toward you. “Heel.” 

She slid obediently alongside the legs of your horse and you pressed Hercules quietly forward. You turned your horse so you could push him in another direction as soon as your shot was clear, took a deep breath, and fired. 

The men reacted quickly, but you were faster, not waiting to see if your shot found its target. staying low on your horse and pushing him back behind the group. They didn’t see you cut around behind them and you were able to line up your shot more freely that time, taking aim at a man toward the center. 

“There’s gotta be two!” One yelled as you took off around the other side. 

“Nah, just the bitch,” another man said. The leader, you were pretty sure, the man who had showed up at the edge of your land just days before on a horse, asking to trade for more. But he rubbed you the wrong way, the way his eyes ranged over you, his entitlement. You weren’t going to invite him closer to your home, you weren’t going to trade with him. 

You hadn’t expected him to come back with this many others. 

“She’s a feisty one,” he said. “Ain’t ya, Texas?” 

You ground your teeth, lining up for another shot. 

“Don’t want us getting any closer to whatever set up you’ve got back there, do ya?” He called, taunting. You pulled the trigger. A man on the end dropped. “You really think you can outlast us? You moved too quick on those first two shots so you’re one in three and I got more men, Baby Doll. We’ll get ya, don’t you worry that pretty little head.” 

“Fuck you!” You bit out, shooting another man, not bothering to move this time. The men were changing position, turning to face you, taking cover. You looked down at your dog, still glued to Hercules’ side. “Ruger, Attack.” 

She launched forward, a bullet from the gun that was her namesake, snarling and racing for the man who was closest. She hurtled herself against him just as you got off another shot, dropping another man. 

The man Ruger attacked screamed and you watched him go down. 

“Someone get this fucking dog!” He shrieked. 

“Ruger, kill!” You yelled to her, aiming again. But when you pulled the trigger, it jammed. You tried to force it again and again but it wasn’t going.

It was an old gun, you’d had it since the earliest days of the outbreak and it was hardly new then. You weren’t surprised that something had gone wrong. You just wished it had picked any other time. You hadn’t taken your handgun or shot gun. You were down to this and your knife.

You adjusted your hold on the weapon so the butt of the gun was facing out and roared, charging forward on Hercules as you heard the bloody gurgle of Ruger finishing her victim. 

“There!” A man yelled, someone finally getting a bead on you through the brush. 

“Want her alive!” The man in the lead yelled. “Just shoot the fuckin’ horse!” 

You plowed forward anyway, you didn’t have much choice, landing a hit on a man with the butt of your gun, sending him flying with the force of it as you tore past on Hercules. 

For half a moment, you wondered if maybe - just maybe - you could pull this off. Their numbers had taken a hit, if you could get through the group, send Ruger after another one or two, draw them to you on your terms… 

And the first shot hit Hercules. 

His steps stuttered and he let out a pained cry but he kept going as you raised your gun to strike another man. Then another shot caught him, right in the chest near the base of his neck, and his legs buckled, sending you flying forward over his head, tumbling onto the ground.

It only took a second for hands to be on you and you shrieked and kicked and swung blindly with your gun but it was quickly wrested away. 

There was a vicious snarl and Ruger tore into the fray, latching her teeth around a man’s forearm. He released you and screamed, the sound earsplitting, followed by the crack of a gunshot and a sharp whimper. 

“No!” You shrieked, trying to throw the men off you but they held you in place so you couldn’t even see her, just hear her pained, afraid sounds. “It’s OK, you’re such a good girl, it’s OK…” 

The man who had showed up days before prowled forward and grabbed your chin, smirking as he leaned over you. Even in the dim light of the forest at dusk you could see the sickening look on his face. Like you were something he was about to consume. 

“You’re even prettier up close,” he said. “Think you’ll be lots of fun.” 

“Try it,” you hissed through your teeth. “Bite your fuckin’ dick off.” 

“How about you cooperate,” he said. “Or we go see just what it is you’re hiding up at that homestead of yours.” 

You just panted for breath glaring at him. 

“That’s what I thought.” 

You tried to think of how long it had been since Gattling ran up to you, part of a man’s body dangling from her teeth. 

You just hoped you’d bought enough time. 

August 3, 2026

“You really don’t have anything to be worried about.” 

Ellie was perched on a rail as you worked with the last of the feral horses, Artemis. You’d gotten her to dumb broke but she still needed a little time to get her the rest of the way. 

“I’m not worried,” you said, guiding Artemis in a zig-zagging pattern through the paddock. 

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Ellie rolled her eyes. 

“Shut it, kid,” you glared at her. “I’m not.” 

“Well, you’re acting fucky,” she said. “From everything I’ve heard about overnight patrols, they’re basically like camping and shit.” 

“The fuck do you know about camping?” You asked, bringing the horse back around. “Didn’t you grow up in a QZ as a sad little orphan?” 

“Ha ha,” she rolled her eyes again. She was such a teenager. “I can read, you know, I know what camping was. And everyone who goes on the overnight patrols make them sound fun and shit. Get out of town for a night, be in the woods, maybe shoot an infected or two…” 

“Sounds like a blast,” you brought the horse around to her. “Want to give her a go? She’s in a good groove.” 

“Hell yeah!” 

You dismounted and held the reins while Ellie got situated on her back. You gave her a quick reminder of the ways to guide the horse, telling her she might need a second to respond to commands or something a little firmer than she was used to giving with Shimmer. 

“I’ve got it, geez Mom,” she teased. You mockingly mouthed the words back at her as you handed her the reins. You stuck close as she took Artemis around the paddock. “You worry too much.” 

“Stop acting like a stupid teenager and I won’t worry,” you replied. 

“Hey, I wasn’t even talking about that!” She said, indignant. You’d yelled at her the day before when you’d caught her climbing on the roof of the stable to get a frisbee down for some kids who’d been playing in the street nearby. She’d acted personally offended that you’d had the audacity to think she might break her neck doing shit like that. “I mean, you worry too much about shit like the patrol. I can tell you’re basically freaking the fuck out…” 

“Am not!” 

“And I’m telling you, you have nothing to worry about,” she said. “It’s cool. We haven’t lost someone on patrol in a long time. You don’t need to worry about that.” 

“You realize that I lived, on my own, in the wild, for longer than you’ve been alive, right?” You asked, brows raised. “Watch your legs, you’re relaxing them too much, you need to keep your knees in closer.” She adjusted. “Being outside overnight doesn’t bother me.” 

“So what’s got you all fucky?” She asked.

“Nothing,” you lied. “Will you focus on the horse, please? Gonna get yourself hurt because you’re not paying attention.” 

“Whatever you say,” she said, skeptical of all of it. 

She was right to be. You were freaking out but not about the patrol part. About being outside, alone, with Joel. 

Things had felt… different with him since the Simon incident. You’d already been close, already took comfort in sleeping next to him when running down the feral horses, already liked having him close by and liked feeling his hand against your back or at your hip. 

But it was different now. It had gone from a comfort to a need. He hadn’t slept over since the night he came back from killing Simon and Ben and you missed him there next to you. It was hard to sleep without him there, your mind kept drifting to what he felt like pressed against you, his hand on your skin. The way you felt when looking at him, wanting to press your lips to his, wanting him to put his hands on you and pull you tight against him. 

Part of you wondered if this is what it had always been like when you wanted someone before. It felt bigger now, headier, more dangerous. How much of that was because it was Joel and how much you cared for him? How much of it was the thrill of fear that ran through you when you thought of your body under the control of anyone but yourself? 

The fear didn’t seem to dull the hot, throbbing want that was starting to take hold of you the moment you gave it a chance to blossom. You’d try to fall asleep and the image of your hands on Joel’s face, pulling him in to more devour your lips than kiss them as he pulled at your clothes was there, ready and eager. He’d look at you to make some silent comment on something, his brows raised, slight smile on his lips starting to make the edges of his eyes crinkle and you’d feel part of yourself get tight and achy and you were suddenly imagining what it would feel like to have his mouth on your breasts, your stomach, your sex. You had to fight the thoughts away, alarm bells ringing in the one part of your brain that didn’t seem to be drowning in want. 

It was easy to picture what you would have done before. Before the outbreak, before Mitchum, before you were who you were now. You’d have gone up to him and made some smart assed remark and asked if he wanted to fuck and he would almost certainly say yes. You’d never had a man turn you down. And then you would fuck him and be at least somewhat sated and you could move on with your life. Or at least have a regular outlet if you weren’t. 

But that wasn’t an option. You weren’t sure it would ever be an option with someone like Joel, someone who seemed so capable of swallowing you whole, of taking your entire being into himself and remaking you into something you didn’t recognize anymore. But it really wasn’t an option now. The thought of throwing yourself at him only to panic once his large hands cupped your breasts, the idea of him seeing the brand at your hip and seeing you like property, the notion of someone you cared so deeply for being the cause of that much fear and it tainting one of the only good things you’d found in the last few years. 

That was too big a risk. 

Your body didn’t seem to understand that. 

Being alone, outside, with Joel, nowhere else to go? It was dangerous. It felt dangerous. But you had to do it. You had no reason not to. You’d just have to figure it out. 

You didn’t sleep well the night before leaving for patrol, something you were sure was going to bode well. At least you’d be too tired by the time you stopped for the night for anything else to sound even remotely appealing. 

“Alright,” you said, riding alongside Joel away from Jackson in the cool morning air. The trees were shrouded in fog, the insects and birds still quiet. “Walk me through it one more time.” 

“We have one path out to the ski lodge,” he said. “We check up on anything we find out that way. We’ll probably run into a few infected this time of year but not much else. Should get to the lodge in time for dinner. We spend the night there. Come back to town a different route in the morning.” 

“Right,” you said, trying to relax as you sat astride Renaissance. “Easy enough.” 

“Specially for a deadeye like you,” Joel teased. “Had to do this route with Tommy before, it’s a wonder we survived.” 

You huffed a small laugh. 

“You telling me he’s not shooting infected from half a mile off after walking to school up hill both ways through the snow?” 

Joel laughed back. 

“Afraid not,” he said. “And he has no damn excuse, not with that scope…” 

It didn’t take long for you to wonder just what it was you’d been anxious about. It was Joel. Just Joel. Your best friend, the person you trusted more than anyone else, the only person you wanted to be around just about all the time. It was going to be fine. 

It was close to ten when you came across a few infected, a group of three. They looked to be recently turned, a man, a woman and someone who couldn’t be any older than Ellie. They looked almost disturbingly human compared to the clickers you usually were taking potshots at. They looked like a family. 

Joel sighed heavily. 

“Hate ones like this,” he said, lining up his rifle. “We need to clear out the ones who are bitin’ folks like this. You take the man, I’ve got the woman and kid.” 

You nodded grimly, taking aim and blowing the head off the man. Joel killed the woman just as she turned to roar and run toward you and she fell, leaving just the kid. He hesitated. 

“I can…” you said quietly. 

“I got it,” he replied, voice gruff. He took the shot and the girl dropped. 

“It’s a mercy,” you said, watching him as he slung his rifle over his shoulder again. 

“I know,” he sighed. “Don’t make it any easier shootin’ a kid.” 

You looked back toward where you knew the bodies were, part of you wanting to dig graves for the people they’d once been. 

You just pressed on, Joel quiet for a while, face drawn. After a while, you started humming Born to Run and he looked at you, smiling just a little. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Springsteen, huh?” 

“Well,” you shrugged. “Tramps like us…” 

He smiled a little bigger, seeming a bit more like himself. 

You stopped for lunch in the early afternoon, tucked against the thick trunk of a tree, the forest floor cool and calm, the sound of birds and bugs on the air. You leaned against Joel’s side, your legs straight out ahead of you so that your foot drooped onto his shin as you ate a peach, wiping the juice on the back of your wrist. 

“Fuck I haven’t been this far out from Jackson like this in so long,” you said, looking out at the plants. Everything was cast in a dappled green hue, the soft light filtering down through the canopy. “It feels… I dunno, different somehow. I’ve done patrol before of course but…” 

“I get it,” Joel said after you trailed off. “Kind of like just going for a hike when you lived in the city before.” 

“Right,” you said. “Like we’re so disconnected from everything back there. Might as well be another world.” 

You pulled the last of the flesh from the pit of the peach with your teeth and sucked your thumb clean. 

“I used to just… live like this,” you sighed, shaking your head a little before you dropped it to Joel’s shoulder. “Seems like forever ago.” 

He paused for a moment. 

“Do you miss it?” 

You thought, turning the sticky stone over in your fingers, feeling the ridges of it against your thumb. 

“I don’t know,” you said eventually. “There are things about it I miss but what I miss most I could just… pick up and move to Jackson. It’s not like I have to be in the middle of nowhere just…” You sighed. “I do miss being this close to nature sometimes. I was never a city girl. Jackson’s hardly a metropolis but every now and then I look around and think ‘fuck there are a lot of people.’” 

Joel was quiet for a bit. 

“But you’ve stayed.” 

It wasn’t a question, more of a statement, but you nodded anyway. 

“Yeah,” you said. “I have. I… I like Jackson. The people are good, it’s quiet, I get to work with horses and help people while doing it. I have you.” 

You glanced up at him for a moment when you said it but looked forward again quickly, not sure that you wanted to see what he’d think of his inclusion on the list. You threw the pit into the brush. 

“I’m glad you stayed,” he said quietly. 

“Just because I’m not about to let Ellie get killed by a horse?” You teased a little. 

He laughed. 

“Doesn’t hurt. But no, definitely not just that.” 

You smiled a little when you heard a twig snap. Your head shot up and Joel all but leapt to his feet, tucking you behind him once you were up, too. 

Your heartbeat got faster. The patrols that had gone out to investigate the X you’d found on the tree couldn’t track any recent paths. There was no way of knowing if it was raiders or just a person or two passing through, looking for a place to settle. After a few days, they’d given up until there was more to go off of. You’d hoped that there wouldn’t be. 

“Joel,” you said quietly, getting your rifle out from Renaissance’s saddle. “Have there been raiders on this route before?” 

“Years ago,” he said quietly. “Could be nothin’ but… Stay behind me, let me do the talkin’.” 

There was another snap and you were able to locate the sound better than the first time, now that you were on alert and your ears were listening for it. 

Joel moved quickly, stepping around you to be between you and the horses you could make out through the trees now. You kept your rifle aimed at the ground and peered around him, watching as the seven men rode up. All middle aged, all large, all armed. They were slow, confident. You adjusted your grip on your rifle and tightened your jaw. 

“Somethin’ happens,” Joel said, not looking back at you, his voice low and quiet. “Take a horse, get back to Jackson as quick as you can.” 

“Joel…” 

“I mean it,” he looked back over his shoulder at you. “Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll buy you time, get the fuck away from here.” 

You leaned around Joel to untie Ares and Renaissance from the tree you’d bound them to, looping their reins over your arm, their large bodies feeling oddly hot at your back.

“Howdy stranger,” the man at the center called out as he approached. “Sure would appreciate you puttin’ that rifle down.” 

“Gimme a reason to and I will,” Joel said. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” 

“Just a group of friends passin’ through,” the man said. You fought to not go plant yourself next to Joel. You didn’t want to leave him standing alone but you knew that, regardless of how capable you were, if these men saw you as a commodity, you would be a liability. You stayed put. “Haven’t spent much time around these parts, know the area well?” 

“Well enough,” Joel said. “There’s a river, about 20 miles east. You’re gonna want to find it, cross it and keep going. It’ll keep you outta trouble.” 

“That sounds an awful lot like a threat for a man outnumber seven to one,” the man’s fake smile was fading. 

“Seven to two,” you snapped, unable to stop yourself. 

The man stood up a little in his saddle to take a better look at you before he smirked and sat back again. 

“Don’t think your little deer there counts as extra muscle,” he said. 

“Seven to one, seven to two,” Joel shrugged. “No difference to me. Like those odds either way.   Head on over to the river and be on your way and we won’t have any problems here.” 

“Seems like there’s plenty of open country for all of us,” he replied. “Unless you’ve got something you’re protectin’.” 

“Something besides your little toy of course,” a different man spoke this time, the sound of heavy footfalls as his horse stepped forward. His voice was familiar, in a way that made your stomach turn. You swallowed and peered around Joel. The man leaned over on his horse and looked you up and down. Joel glanced behind him to you and adjusted again, blocking their view. 

“Not going to tolerate you talkin’ to her like that,” Joel said, his voice strained and rough. “We’ve been around this area for a while. It’s ours. We decide if there’s enough room and there’s not. Move. Along.” 

“You look familiar,” the second man said, adjusting his horse again and you could just see him, frowning down at you. You narrowed your eyes, heart pounding, praying to a god you didn’t believe in that he couldn’t place you. 

“Last chance,” Joel growled. 

The man’s face shifted, from questioning to recognition. For just a moment, it felt like you were going to throw up. 

“I know you,” he said, smirking. “You’re Mitchum’s favorite doll! Oh, he’s been looking for you…” 

“Shut up,” you hissed, teeth clenched. You dropped the reins and raised your rifle, stepping around Joel to get a clear shot. You fought to keep your breathing under control, to keep from devolving into the anger that was licking its way through your veins and trying to swallow you whole. 

“She as good for you as she was for me?” He asked Joel with a laugh. He didn’t wait for a response. “Mitchum’s been looking everywhere for you. Bet he’d let me have another go if I brought you back…” 

“Shut the fuck up!” Your finger moved to the trigger, but the man in the middle of the group rode up in between the two of you. 

“Now now,” he said calmly. “No need for any bloodshed…” He turned his attention back to Joel. “Sure you didn’t mean nothin’ by it, but it sounds like your little… friend here belongs to someone else. We’ll take her back with us and…” 

Joel shot before the man even finished speaking, the bullet catching him in the chest and sending him slumping over and off his horse with a thud. 

The group was still and silent and you gaped at Joel, your gun still pointed in the direction of the man you recognized. 

Joel turned his gun to the next man closest to the middle. 

“She ain’t property,” he said. “I got no problems killing every last one of you. Could use the practice. Get the fuck out or I’ll kill you. Last chance.” 

You looked back at the men, your rifle up, as they looked between each other, weighing their chances. 

The one you recognized’s hand drifted to his side arm before he spoke. 

“Think we’ll take the doll and be on our way.” 

He started moving just as you fired and your shot went wide, hitting the man on the other side of him. Joel shot, too, before screaming at you to run. 

You weren’t going to listen. At least, not at first. Joel threw you behind a tree and followed before he fired again, his shot making contact this time and dropping another man, already moving another bullet into the chamber. 

The man you recognized seemed to change his mind about coming for you, instead turning his horse and starting to take off in the opposite direction. 

You weren’t about to let him.

You shoved the rifle back into its spot on your saddle and jumped onto Renaissance, urging her almost immediately into a gallup to run down the man. 

He had a decent enough head start and, when you were getting close to him again, you could barely hear the commotion behind you, just the crack of gunshots. 

Catching him was going to be tricky. He was riding fast, looking back over his shoulder at you, pushing his horse. There wasn’t a clear route to him, you were having to guide the horse through it all while trying to keep pace. You tried to not let your rage be the only thing driving you, tried to let your logical mind take hold again. 

If you took advantage of a sloping hill you thought was ahead, you’d be able to gain some ground on him. You split off from him and pushed Renaissance toward where you remembered the gentle slope down to be before it got steeper later on, something he’d have to slow up on. 

You were right and you could hear him, not far away, the thundering hooves and the gasping breaths, even though you couldn’t quite see him through the thick of the forest. It was quiet behind you now and you tried not to think about what that might mean. You had to stop this man. If he knew where you were, he’d get more men and come after you. If Mitchum really wanted you back that bad, he’d come for you. 

You weren’t going to let him take you, not again. 

You broke through the trees, just feet behind him now instead of yards and he looked back over his shoulder, his eyes wide. He started fumbling for the gun at his waist but you pulled up alongside him and did the only thing you could really think to do. You jumped, leaping from the back of your horse and into him, slamming into him with all your weight and knocking him out of the saddle, both of you careening toward the earth until you landed with a heavy thud, the two of you tumbling through the undergrowth until you stopped, him awkwardly on top of you. 

He smiled, eyes dark, down at you. 

“So eager to come back home,” he panted. “Don’t think he’ll mind if I take my payment upfront…” 

You roared and thrashed below his weight and he punched you across the face. 

“Think your guard dog’s dead,” he said. “Not so tough are you now, baby doll?” 

He leaned in close to you, so close that you could smell his breath and you slammed your head into his nose. You felt it collapse below your forehead and he yelped and instinctively jerked back from you, his hands clutching his face. 

It was enough. 

You wrenched your body over and he collapsed to the ground, still clutching his face as you all but jumped on top of him. You sat on his chest, ripping his hands back from his face and pinning his arms beneath your legs before you punched him the same way he punched you. He groaned and you smiled. 

“Still think I’m good for you?” You could taste blood in your mouth as you panted for breath. You dug your nails into his cheeks until you felt his skin give and he shrieked and thrashed but your position was too solid, he couldn’t shake you, had no hope of reaching the most vulnerable parts of you as you dragged your fingertips through his flesh, leaving trails of red in their wake. “Am I your baby doll now? Huh?” 

You pulled your hands from him, his skin below your nails, and wrapped your fingers around his throat, squeezing as his eyes went wide. 

“Still think I feel good?” You couldn’t get your breathing to slow down but you didn’t care, your heart pounding against your ribs. “I remember you, you fuck, I remember all of you. Not so tough now that I’m not chained to a wall are you?” 

His hands scratched uselessly against your upper arms, legs flailing behind you. He was gasping for breath, reminding you of a fish on a dock. His eyes were just as wide, his motions just as desperate, his being just as powerless. 

“Bambi,” Joel’s hand appeared on your back, making you jump, loosening your grip on the man and he gasped for breath, sucking in air like a drowning man. You looked back at him, breathing heavy. Ares was at his side, you hadn’t even heard them approach. “Need you to stop.” 

“Why,” you demanded, eyes narrowed, teeth clenched. 

“Need information from him,” he said, kneeling beside you, his voice calm and even. You looked him up and down. He didn’t look hurt. “He’s the last one alive. Just need a few answers, then you can decide what happens to him.” 

You looked at Joel for a moment, his eyes soft and open. 

“Bambi,” he said quietly. 

“Fine,” you snapped and Joel’s hand traveled down your back to your waist, guiding you off the man as he panted for breath. 

“Help…” the man managed weakly, reaching for Joel, but Joel’s hand shot out, snatching his wrist out of the air. His large hands wrapped around the other man’s arm and he twisted until you heard a snap. The man screamed. 

“Not here to help you,” Joel said, his voice almost eerily calm, so calm it sent a chill down your spine. “I’m here to get information and there’s only one way I know how to do it. You’re gonna want me to give you back to her by the time I’m done. So let’s begin.” 

***

Joel dragged the man by his hair to a nearby tree and sat him up before he broke his other arm, too, just to be safe. He didn’t want to waste time tying him up but you knew he couldn’t throw many punches with a broken arm. 

This wasn’t a part of himself he’d ever wanted you to see. It wasn’t a part of himself he was particularly fond of. Not of his willingness to do it to begin with, not of his skills, not of the way he picked it up to begin with. 

But it was effective. And the important thing was keeping you safe. 

Seeing you take off on Renaissance like that scared the shit out of him. Because of course you didn’t take off in the direction they’d been heading or even, really, back toward Jackson. No, you’d taken off after a fleeing man. 

A man who said he knew you, who obviously horrified you. 

Joel was desperate to get to you then. The way that man talked about you… he was not going to let him get his hands on you. If it was the last thing he did, he was going to protect you from him. 

Thankfully, you were relatively easy to find. The man’s screams weren’t exactly quiet and he was able to find you quickly once he’d taken out the rest of the crew, leaving them dead on the forest floor. 

“Look,” the man panted. “I don’t have to take her with me, alright? If you’re attached…” 

“How many of you are there?” Joel cut him off. He wasn’t going to be able to get any answers out of this man if he heard him talk about you like you were nothing but an object, something to be owned and controlled. He’d kill him too fast. 

“What?” He frowned and then winced, the bloody paths you’d cut into his face pulling and oozing. 

“How many men,” Joel asked. 

“I don’t…” 

Joel sighed and freed his knife, thrusting it into the side of the man’s thigh. He screamed, so loud birds took off from nearby trees. Joel gave him a moment to catch his breath before he asked again. 

“How. Many. Men.” 

“About fifty,” he said quickly. “But miles from here, two days ride at least, we were sent out this way to scout…” 

“Anyone else sent this way to scout?” Joel asked. 

The man just looked at him, panting for breath. Joel twisted the knife in his leg and he screamed. 

“Any. One. Else?” He demanded again. 

“No one!” He said. 

“How long was your team supposed to be gone?” He asked. The man hesitated and Joel pressed on the knife. 

“Fuck, please! You can keep her, alright? I won’t eve tell Mitchum I found her, you can have her…” 

Joel punched him across the face, his knuckles connecting with the cuts you’d made in his skin. 

“Jesus Christ!” He managed as he gasped for breath. “Please…” 

“Never understood why men like you think you’re gonna get mercy,” Joel said, grabbing his hair. “God washed his hands of your kind a while ago. I’m what comes for you instead and I don’t know mercy. So tell me, how long were you supposed to be gone?” 

“A week!” He said quickly. “A week, we’re three days in and they won’t come looking for us if we all disappear, they’ll think we got infected or something, I promise…” 

“What were you looking for?” Joel asked. “Lookin’ for her?” 

“No,” the man panted and shook his head, wincing as he did. “No, we were looking for a new place to set up, maybe for the winter, I just know Mitchum’s been looking for her and offering…” 

Joel cut him off. 

“He have any idea where she is?” 

“No,” he shook his head, quickly this time. “No, he has no idea, I swear he doesn’t know and I swear I won’t say anything, I promise I won’t…” 

Joel laughed once, darkly. 

“You’re not leavin’ here,” he said, ripping his knife from his leg. He actually looked surprised at that as Joel wiped the blood on the man’s jeans. “Told you, wasn’t here to help you.” 

Joel looked around until he found you sitting against a tree, your legs pulled tightly to your chest. He looked back to the man for a moment. His legs were too intact. He stood and, for a moment, the man looked relieved. And then Joel brought all his weight down on the man’s shin, stomping on it, the bone snapping as the man screamed. 

Satisfied, Joel went to you, sheathing the knife. Your eyes were wide and doe-like, afraid and watchful. He approached you slowly, keeping his hands where you could see them before he knelt a few feet away from you. 

“Bambi,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm and even. “I’ve gotten what I need from him. You can have him now if you want him. He can’t leave here alive but how he dies is up to you.” 

You nodded, pulling your eyes from Joel’s to look at the man. Joel glanced at his bleeding form, whimpering on the ground, before focusing on you.

“You’ve killed before,” Joel said. 

“Yes,” you said quietly. 

“Did it satisfy you?” 

You stared into space for a moment, a dazed look on your face. 

“No,” you said eventually, shaking your head. “I wanted it to but…” 

“Did you like it?” 

“No,” that you answered quickly. “No, it made me sick, I don’t…” 

“Then tell me how you want him to die,” Joel cut you off. “And I’ll do it.” 

“I want it to hurt,” your voice cracked. “I want him to fucking feel it.” 

“OK,” Joel said gently. 

“And I want to watch.” 

“OK,” he said again, straightening up and offering you his hand. You took it and he pulled you to your feet. There was a cut at your cheek and he slowly, gently, reached his hand out and held your face, his palm curving over your wound. You closed your eyes and breathed deep, your hand covering his and holding it to you. “Come on, Sweetheart. Let’s finish this.” 

He held your hand as the two of you went back to the man, who was still breathing heavily, still crying in pain. 

“You don’t have to do this,” he said. “Please, I….” 

“You hurt her once,” Joel cut him off. “She decides what happens to you now. And she said she wants it to hurt.” 

He released your hand and freed his knife again. 

“No,” the man shook his head. “No, I didn’t mean…” 

He didn’t finish begging, Joel thrusting the blade deep into the man’s gut and he screamed. He twisted it before pulling it back out, looking up at you. 

“Short or long?” He asked. 

You looked at the man, examining him. 

“Short,” you said after a moment. “I want to get the fuck out of here.” 

Joel plunged the knife between the man’s ribs then, piercing a lung, and pulled it out before wiping it on the man’s clothes and sheathing it. He straightened up and stood beside you as you watched the man drown in his own blood, a cold and detached look on your face. After a few minutes, he was still and you were still watching him. 

“Sweetheart,” Joel said softly, his hand delicately on your back. 

You spat on the man’s body. 

“Let’s go.” 

***

Joel was right, you weren’t too far from the ski lodge. He helped you clean the blood from your face and quickly found Renaissance - who hadn’t gone far - before getting underway again. It only took another two hours to get there, much faster than going back to Jackson. 

But there was the hot clutch of fear in you now, threatening to strangle you from the inside out, the tendrils of it reaching and threatening to take control. By the time you reached the ski lodge, you could hardly breathe. You jumped off Renaissance and Joel dismounted Ares, frowning as he came to your side. Your hand went to your chest, your neck. 

“I can’t…” you managed, the first words you’d said in hours, fighting to get enough air to keep talking. Your heart was racing. “What’s happening? I… I can’t…” 

“It’s OK,” Joel said, guiding you to a fallen tree and pulling you down onto it next to him. “Think you’re havin’ a panic attack, Sweetheart, you’re gonna be OK. Just gotta breathe deep, you’re OK. I’m going to touch you, alright?” 

You nodded quickly and he delicately pulled you against him, his arms going around you, close enough that you could feel the rise and fall of his chest. 

“Try to focus on my breathing,” he said gently. “Try to match it, OK?” 

You closed your eyes and nodded as he took a deep, slow breath in and you tried to do the same. He held it for a moment before breathing out just as slowly and starting again. 

“You’re OK,” he said gently. “You’re OK, I’ve got you. Not gonna let anything happen to you, you’re safe, you’re OK.” 

You focused on his words, the sound of his voice, the feel of his breathing as you matched it to your own. After what felt like a small eternity, you felt like you could take a normal breath again, your heart no longer threatening to pound its way out of your chest. 

Some part of you was still afraid. Afraid of how close you were to Joel, of how violent you’d just seen him be - violence you never would have thought him capable of if you hadn’t seen it yourself. Afraid of how out of control these feelings you had for him could be. 

But that part of you was smaller than ever, a quiet whisper against the overwhelming sense of warmth and longing that you’d come to associate with Joel. He was so close to you then, he’d pulled you almost onto his lap, your legs draped over his thighs, your head tucked against his chest. In spite of everything that had happened that day, in spite of the fact that he was so big and strong that he could hurt you without even really trying, in spite of that part of you telling you that being this close to anyone was a danger, you felt safer than you had in years. 

You pressed yourself closer to him, your nose buried in his neck. 

“See Bambi?” He said gently, pulling away from you ever so slightly to look down at you. “You’re alright.” 

He was so handsome. Maybe you just hadn’t seen enough people over the last 20 years but Joel was easily one of the most beautiful human beings you’d ever seen and he smelled like safety and home and you couldn’t help but reach your hand up to his cheek, your fingers dipping ever so slightly into his hairline. 

“Joel,” you said softly. 

“Sweetheart,” he breathed, his eyes searching your own. Your grip on him strengthened and you gently, slowly, tugged his face toward yours. 

You couldn’t help it. It was something that was inevitable. Some part of it feeling like it was always meant to happen, like you’d been moving all your life toward specific points of time and this was one of them, a moment that was built into your genetic code. 

You were always going to kiss Joel Miller. You’d been running toward it your whole life. There was no reason to deny it. 

So you didn’t. 

You kissed him then, his lips soft and gentle and warm on yours, his hands spreading wide over you to delicately, carefully, pull you closer.

And you knew, in that moment, your life would never be the same.

Next Chapter

A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THEY KISSED Y'ALL

FINALLY

IT ONLY TOOK 14 CHAPTERS OF WHAT WILL - EVENTUALLY I SWEAR - BE A FIC THAT HAS SMUT THEY KISSED.

I'M GONNA DIE!

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[dunmeshi-darlings]

this might be a really like niche thing if you are doing requests of course but what about a tiger beastman reader with marcille it can be sfw or nsfw either or its all good!

Nobody knew you were a beastkin at first, it was something you held in secret. After all, Beastmen are viewed in not the most pleasant of lights. When the party had seen your tiger tail they had assumed you were a beastkin like izutsumi, which you quickly said was the case. You weren't ready to tell them the truth yet, yes they treated izutsumi perfectly fine it was just...you were scared, beast man are viewed as either criminals that were punished or dangerous people that did this to themselves. you were planning on telling them just...just when you thought the time was right.

However that decision was made for you one day, The group had been travelling and had been ambushed by a particularly fierce monster. You all were fighting it as best you could but you watched it knock laios aside and charge Marcille. You knew you had to do something, you couldnt let her die...you couldnt let her get hurt. she had been so kind to you since you joined, always willing to help when you needed it. Talking to you about magic and how she could tell you had potential with magic she could feel it (she could sense the beastman magic but didnt realize it). You couldnt let anything happen to her.

You sprinted at the charging monster as you began to take your form, Bones shifting and popping into place, skin stretching and pulsing as it shifted, Your jaw extending as your teeth grew and pushed forward into fangs, nails extending into long sharp claws. Everyone's eyes were on the monster so nobody saw you at first, too focused on the monster that was about to attack marcille. However their attention was immediately drawn when a deep guttural roar rang out through the dungeon as a large figure slammed into the side of the monster which was only a mere few feet from marcille. The monster and this new being thrown to the other side of the dungeons room from the sheer force of this mystery attackers launch.

The fight may have only lasted a short moment, but that moment was a bloody and visceral one. Swinging claws and gnashing teeth, Blood, fur, scales, and viscera splattered in every direction around this violent brawl. Eventually the mysterious figure flipped the monster onto its back and sank its massive fangs into the monsters throat, it let out gurgling hisses as it tried to fight back, but the figure bit down harder and a muffled cracking was heard. The monster continued to fight even though the party could see it was slowing down its movements, however the figure gave on hard yank of its head and a loud snapping was heard and the monster fell limp in this beings jaws. It shook its head a few more times, smaller cracking noises resounded as it made sure its target was killed before it slowly let go of its throat and stood up, staring at the party who looked on in shock.

Standing before the rest of Laios party, Its muzzle dripping blood and scraps of flesh stood a massive humanoid tiger. Its Muscles rippling under its dense orange fur, twitching every few seconds, Like springs ready to launch this behemoth of claws and fur at its next target. But the being simply wiped the blood off its mouth as it began to speak. "i....im sorry...i wanted to tell you all...i promise i did..i just...i didnt know when it would be right." You spoke, slowly shifting back into your normal form as you prepared yourself for the worst. you expected them to berate you and be upset that you hid this from them and say they dont want you around. But it was izutsumi who spoke up first. "i knew you smelled like a cat." Catching you and everyone off guard as they couldnt help but chuckled.

Laios was perhaps the most excited of them all, He had stars in his eyes as he asked you question after question about your tiger form, asking how you got it and what its like. Chilchuck simply shrugged and said he didnt blame you for not talking about it, that it was a private matter and how he isnt the most forthcoming person either. Senshi scratched his chin, making comments about needing to adjust your portions of food since you have a much bulkier frame you need to keep fed hidden away. However it was marcilles reaction that had you the most curious, she had a blush on her face as she thanked you for saving her and she looked almost...nervous?

You tell her that its ok, that you couldnt just sit by and let her get hurt or worse. And that even if you got kicked out of the party, you had to make sure she was ok. This caused the elf to blush more, the tips of her pointy ears a crimson hue as they wiggled, her awkwardly giggling and saying thanks again. Of course she quickly shouted about your injuries, Sure your thick fur protected from alot of the attacks but some of them definitely got through and it was only now you were starting to feel the stings of various gouges and bite marks.

Marcille began tending to your wounds, using her magic to heal your wounds and make sure you were ok. Normally her healing magic, while fast, hurts almost as much as the wounds. But she was being particularly gentle this time, using the magic slowly and it felt almost like healing magic from the gnome school of magic. You asked her why she was doing it this way and another blush crossed her face, she smiled softly "well...i dont want to see you hurt either..so im taking my time with this and making sure it doesnt hurt to much...i just....ive been thinking about you lately, and especially after what you did earlier...risking yourself and exposing your identity like that to protect me...you mean alot to me." She says taking one of her hands and placing it softly onto your cheek, using her magic to heal a cut that had crossed your cheek all the way back to your ear. You felt the wound heal quickly as it was a shallow cut...but she didnt move her hand, it sat there for awhile. It felt like she didnt want to move her hand away, like she was treasuring this moment. And so you took a breath and put your hand over hers, tilting your head into her hand. Commenting how she means alot to you as well. The two of you staring lovingly into each others eyes for a moment before chilchucks voice quickly makes you two separate.

As night fell you began to settle in, making your cot as you got ready for sleep. However you stopped when marcille walked up with her pillow. "hey, do you mind if i sleep with you tonight?" she asked softly, a grin across her face as you grinned back and motioned for her to nestle in as she did so. You wrapped your arms around the elf woman and pulled her into a soft hug, she hummed softly and happily in your arms as you two lay together. "you know how chilchuck feels about in party relationships." you say jokingly causing the elf woman to roll her eyes. "oh that grump can deal with it, besides. Ill just say im sleeping here to make sure your wounds have healed properly thats all." She says with a wink, the two of you smiling as you nestled in for the night. Perhaps you could get used to this whole, being open and honest thing.

[nuctoria]

Ghosts of the Past (Part 4)

Luigi never thought he'd miss the constant calls from E-Gadd while out ghost hunting but he did, because then he knew he wasn't alone and could get assistance from someone who was knowledgeable in the paranormal. He also really missed his GBH, it could have mapped out the place while he explored and would help him if he would need to go back to a certain room or need to find his way back after a ghost chase. Maybe he could find something to draw on and map as he walked along?

He groaned in annoyance and rubbed his head, he couldn't be thinking about that at the moment. He decided to stay in the basement for now and explore it, maybe he would find something useful. He was cautious of every step he took, trying to be a quiet as possible and not attract anything his way. He knew King Boo had his boos along with him, he always did, but he worried if he brought anything else along or if the other two did.

Polterpup stuck by his side and stayed on high alert, which brought him a bit of comfort that he wasn't alone but also unnerved him since even in the hotel, the pup was still happy and playful despite the heap of ghosts he had to face, he'd never seen his buddy so serious. He took a second to pat the dog's head, which Polterpup appreciated and licked his gloved hand as a thank you. Luigi smiled down at it and continued walking.

The basement was packed with old, aged and dusty furniture and tools, nothing else out of the ordinary. He decided to take an old, rusty hammer with him in case he needed, used to breaking a thing or two when on situations like this. He saw the staircase that led out of the basement and he made his way up, each step he took creaking loudly. Polterpup moved in front of Luigi when he cracked open the door and sniffed around, inspecting the place to see if it was safe to step out. Luigi gripped his flashlight tighter when he heard his dog growl and peaked at what it was baring its teeth at only to see a bat hanging upside down on from the chandelier of the front entrance, where the front doors were replaced with stone and where he smashed the window when he got chased.

The bat stared at Luigi with a glare before screeching and flying towards him with great speed, fangs at the ready. Luigi let out a scream and ducked right as it was about to bite him. It screeched again, mad at its failure and its mouth started to glow as a ball of purple fire was created, the bat aiming it right at him. He quickly moved out of the way before the purple fireball hit him and trembled in fear. Bats shouldn't be able to do that! The only one able to do that was Anta- Oh, of course! He should've realized it sooner!

He heard Polterpup bark and he was snapped out of his thoughts, dodging another fireball coming his way. He had to figure out a way to get rid of that bat before he was burned to a crisp or torn to shreds. It wasn't a ghost either so this would be even harder, he couldn't just suck it in the Poltergust and be done with it. Or maybe he could. Worth a try.

The bat swooped down again, fangs sharp and ready to sink in his skin. He planted his feet and watched it get closer before flashing it with his flashlight. It let out a screech of surprise and hit the wall hard, giving Luigi the opportunity to switch into the vacuum and suck the bat in. It screeched more and flapped its wings wildly, fighting to escape, but it was so match for the Poltergust. It was sucked in and turned to dust with a final echoing screech.

Luigi let out a sigh of relief. Thank the stars it was an illusion bat like the ones he faced before. Sort of. He knew he'd be faced a lot more but at least he now knew how to face them.

He switched back to his flashlight and made his way to the next room, knowing which rooms were on the ground floor at least and could navigate through them a bit more easily, Polterpup sticking to his side the whole time. Most rooms had more of those bats flying around but he was able to deal with them. It felt strange to him, however, they weren't acting like they're doing anything other than flying around and resting. Usually, when he faced ghosts they were given a task or were actively out to get him but not with these bats. Something didn't feel right.

He finally made it to the office where he was ambushed and looked around. Empty, his broken GBH still smashed on the floor where King Boo had dropped it. He let out a sigh through his nose when he saw it and picked up the pieces, maybe something was still in good enough shape to be used later. He wasn't sure, he was just trying to find anything that could be of use later on. He put the pieces in his pocket and turned to leave, only for the door to slam in his face and send him down to the floor with a nosebleed.

Luigi groaned in pain as he sat up and held his hurt nose as Polterpup stood in front of him and barked at whatever was at the door. What phased through the door was a foggy, crystal-like bat. It was larger than the ones he faced prior to this and it looked stronger too. Its eyes looked past the ghost dog and straight at Luigi with a sense of purpose, this one was clearly on a mission.

Luigi rushed to get his flashlight and flashed the bat but the light only ended up blinding him instead of the bat due to its reflective, crystal body. He heard the bat let out a chitter like it was laughing at him and raised a claw to slice him. Polterpup helped him out of the way just in time but the damage the attack did to the spot he was laying on only a second ago terrified him. The bat's claw was stuck on the wooden floor momentarily, the wood broken and smashed into bits.

As Luigi watched the bat struggle to get its claw off the floor he got the chance to have a proper look at it which led him to notice something trapped in its chest. It looked like a key but it wasn't a normal one or a skeleton, old fashioned key. It had the same size as a skeleton key but it looked broken, like it was only a piece instead of the whole thing.

Whatever it was, he knew he had to defeat this thing to get it. If he wanted to get out of here alive.

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I tried so hard to think of something Luigi could fight, I wanted it to be both ghostly or something LM-ish with a side of bat and this is all I could think of, sorry guys.

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[saiku-peach89]

Stress Reliever

Aesop Sharp X Professor!Reader!

Ok so this is my first-time writing smut so give me the benefit of the doubt.

Smut 18+

Blow Job

You and Aesop were in secret relationship. Aesop had proposed you to be a secret since his colleagues would constantly berate you too if they knew. You would sneak into Aesop's office at night since he would stay late to work on paperwork Headmaster Black would assign him.

You knocked on the door of your boyfriend Aesop's office. "You may enter" you hear him groggily say. You peeked your head in to see Aesop working on his small stack of paperwork. He looks up and smiles at you " Yes? y/n dear is something the matter?" You nod your head going over to sit in the chair in the front of his desk. "No nothing at all. I just came over to check on you." Resting your face on your hand. " So, how was today's potion class. Garreth Weasley give you any trouble today with his 'experiments." You chuckled as you fiddled around with one of the pens on his desk. " Well, if you consider having to evacuate my class because of an intense smell then I'd say yea he gave me some trouble." You watched him closely as you noticed his stress. Intense scribbling, his hair disheveled, and his tie undone.

You stand up and walk behind Aesop, who was too caught up in his papers to notice. You slowly massaged his shoulders as you watched him tense up. His shoulders stiffing slightly then relaxing. You moved your hands to massage his shoulder blade. Aesop groaned as you dug your thumbs in more. You stopped moving your arms around him your face burrowed in his neck. "Just what are you getting at here?" Aesop spoke his paperwork already forgotten. You placed butterfly kisses all along his neck up to his ear pulling it slightly with your teeth. " Just helping you relieve some stress." Aesop groaned as you bit down on his neck sucking it slightly.

You stood up walking around to the front of Aesop. You sat down in his lap as you capture his lips in a soft embrace. Aesop's hand found its way to your hips squeezing it slightly. Aesop kissed you back with much more neediness. Forcing your mouth open as he explored your mouth. You moaned as you slowly rolled your hips on his growing erection. Aesop Groaned as he felt himself get harder by the minute. You pulled back so you could catch you breathe. "Can I?" as you motioned to his growing bulge. Aesop nodded as he was already feeling desperate for your lips around him. You got on your knees as you quickly unbuckled his pants. You slowly sucked the tip of his cock making your way down to his base. You heard as Aesop's breathe started to quicken. You lick up his whole length as you wrap your hands around his base. Making slow pumping movements as you teased the tip of his cock. Massaging his balls as you take his whole length in gagging a little. Aesop's hands made it ways to your hair tangling itself. You heard Aesop deep groaned which only encouraged you to quicken your pace. His hips bucked up, gagging as the tip of his cock hit your uvula. The sound of Aesop's heavy breathing and low moans filled the room. "Fuck I'm getting close" Aesop loudly moaned the grip on your hair tightening. You continued to suck his cock till his warm cum filled your mouth. You struggled a little to swallow all of it some of it dripping out of your mouth. You stood up wiping your mouth as you helped Aesop clean up. "I really appreciate you" Aesop smiled kissing you. "let's go home" as he grabbed your hand walking out of Hogwarts. You guys got home and feel asleep in each other's arm as all of Aesop's worries of today went away, and his paperwork that was forgot till the next day.

sorry if it's a bit short.

[bigratsdeservebigpats]

Dorm Leaders + Jamil and Tweels (or just dorm leaders if its too much) (if that's too much as well then just Leona, Azul, Malleus and Idia)

S/O Yuu that's big and nearly as muscular as an Oni (or ogre)? They have the physique but not the horns or inhuman coloured skin but they do have pointy teeth (just similar to tweels since they're not really a Predator) and maybe biting headcanons 👁️👁️ decorate da Bois is nibbles

Not sure if I want something that's culturally specific especially since idk much about onis hence the difference

Idk a lot about Oni or Ogres, but I wrote it more about the bites than physique. cw: perhaps a little spicy if you squint at some

Riddle

First off, Riddle just straight up doesn't understand it. The entire concept is completely unfathomable. Why would you WANT to bite a person??? Are YOU a person??? Are you actually a man-eating giant???

He won't allow you to bite him in public, especially in front of any members of the dorm, ESPECIALLY not Ace. Literally how is he gonna stop you anyway.

Is honestly a little scared every single time cause of how sharp those teeth are, but he'll get used to it with repeated exposure and plenty of affirmations

Leona

He wouldn't mind. But no matter how big you are, it will just make you look like a lion cub to him whenever you attack him with nibbles. Very cute, won’t take you seriously when you do it.

He'll goad you about how weak your bite is. Do it harder. He'll bite back 'to show you how it's done' and you'll both leave that conversation with several marks in increasingly worrying locations.

Does not care who sees. Actually, he prefers it if they see. It's a mark of ownership to him, like a wedding ring except better, because no one can steal a love collar embedded into his very skin. 

Azul

Will Not Care. The Tweels were both big biters at a young age, so he’s used to the feeling of sharp teeth enclosing over his arms or tentacles, but in more visible areas like the collarbone or neck, he does get flustered.

He probably won’t let you do it in public, because like Riddle, he has a reputation to keep. But it doesn’t matter anyway, because the Twins already know. 

Azul is not the most pain-resistant, so please be gentle with him. Mammalian flesh is not as resilient as his other body, and he doesn’t want to clean out a bite wound. 

Jade

Oh you know he’s into it. Moray eels and open mouths? That’s already something that grabs his attention. And all for him? You spoil this humble eel, truly.  Don’t do it too much though, you little vixen.

In public he’ll scold you for such an action. I can’t see him as into receiving a lot of PDA, but maybe smaller things. You’ll definitely get punished for breaking that little rule.

He won’t say anything when a bite mark is showing, however. There’s been one right at the nape of his neck that peeks out the slightest bit in his dorm uniform, and no one can comment on it.

Floyd

He’s an avid shoulder biter, and is so happy to know you are also a flesh chomper. The only problem is just how much he likes it. This will become how he greets you, and how he expects to be greeted back.

He will do it in public, and then he will show off everything. Ace and Jamil are so tired of you guys because he’ll just strip and show off all the bites. Everywhere. It’s mortifying. 

Only problem with both of your heights is that people can’t see the bites on his shoulders and all that, so he actually prefers them on the wrists and hands, and anywhere else that people can clearly see them. 

Kalim

He’s confused, but he’s got the spirit! He finds it a little scary, since your teeth are very sharp and could probably take a chunk out of him, but be gentle and he’ll find that it tickles!

I don’t find him caring if it's in public or not because it is something given to him by his beloved! He’ll take every single little nip with lots of love and please don’t mind his giggles, he’s not laughing at you!

There’s not really any way to throw money at that type of behavior, and he has the common sense to not buy a chew toy or something, so instead, he’ll be sure to show off every bite in return for them! He’ll wear them all with love!

Jamil

Why. First time you do it he’ll probably be so bewildered like why would you bite him that's kinda unsanitary, and he’s mean about it too. He’ll tease you about it, but don’t you dare stop. 

Good luck trying to bite him in public. He’s too busy running back and forth, doing his job and some. Unfortunately, he takes his job too seriously, he’ll hide the bites to the best of his abilities and no one will know but him. 

He probably gives you a lot of food or fruits after you bite him, assuming you’re hungry or that you are just bored. If you really need something in your mouth, he’ll give you what you want.

Vil

Literally you cannot. 

Don’t even try.

He loves you but he’ll beat your ass no regrets.

Idia

WOAH THERE. Like, he’s okay with the sharp teeth, he has them too, but the nibbles? From a gigantic, muscled normie? The Gap Moe is brutal, does he deserve this?

How can it be public if he doesn’t go out in public? So that one problem solved, it’s just that he doesn’t want Ortho to see and get any ideas or ask any questions. 

Calls you his Big Chain Chomp over discord lmao, So you know he doesn’t mind it,  but he wouldn’t call you that to your very beautiful face, even if it’s latched onto his own arm.

Malleus

You? Biting a prince? The notion is inconceivable. He tries to ask about what it could mean to everybody but you, and gets pretty much nothing. Silver is concerned, Sebek takes it as a threat on his life, and Lilia hasn’t laughed that hard in years.

He’s left to fend for himself, and he still can’t comprehend the reasoning, but it seems to grant you some sort of satisfaction. Is this the Child Of Man’s conception of wooing? Well, two can play at that game.

He’ll lean forward and bite the muscle of your shoulder and look for any signs that he’s doing it correctly, so perhaps another demonstration is in order?

[randomwriteronline]

He had no idea from where the tales of his unbound courage had come.

He supposed he'd always been a big boy with a furrowed brow, not shy enough to be bullied, trained to walk without fear among drooling teeth and razor sharp claws since his first steps: it was only natural that he'd be perceived as brave.

Even after all these years, however, he could not manage to see in himself the fearlessness others had assigned to him.

He certainly could not see it now, as the ice cold breath seeped into his bones.

Hollow eyes of long dulled gold stared vacantly, almost blind, at the spot where he stood. A low roar of warning echoed through the cave, volume rising, rising, rising until the stone walls were shaking and the slowly freezing waters were traversed by erratically rippling waves.

Between him and it stood his nephew.

"It's alright," he said. His head low, his body hunched, he stood before the beast's maw. "It's alright. Go away."

"Emmet," he called - quietly, in a low gentle rumble.

"It's alright," his nephew repeated.

Frost left the dragon's mouth in a cloud of shimmering greyish white, a recreation of the devastating attack it had unleashed on the region on a much smaller scale: it caught against the legs right in front of its massive head, wrecking the wiry body with horrid shivers as the man continued to stand his ground.

Drayden watched the other's mouth twitch as he clicked his tongue with a calming cadence.

"Emmet," he tried again.

"It's alright." Click. "I've got this." Click. "Go away." Click.

"Come here."

"I've got this." Click.

The roar lowered but did not stop. The fabric of his pants was crystalizing. Drayden watched ungloved hands lay, unprotected, against the ice cage muzzling the enormous maw tight, and bit back the need to scream and run up to him to yank him away.

"I've got this." Click. Emmet was shivering harder. Click. "It's alright. (Click.) I've got this. (Click.) Go away." Click.

"Emmet. Come here."

"You're scaring it." Click. A gentle caress on the icy skin, slow, soothing, fingers shaking, turning red, rapidly becoming white. Click. "It's alright. (Click.) I've got this. (Click.) Go away. (Click.) I've got this."

Click.

Despite the distance, he could still make out his lips losing color.

"Knuckerling."

The pet name caused a quiet spasm in the younger man. His trembling turned less pronounced.

The dragon growled dangerously.

Drayden's arms extended forward, gently, slowly, comfortingly: "Knuckerling," he called - gentle, so gentle, heartbreakingly so, and yet so stern that if he'd asked a mountain to move it would have done so without any attempt at arguing. "Come here."

Silence.

The hand on grey scales had stilled.

At an agonizing pace, clicking softly all the way, Emmet walked, and walked, and walked, the panes of frost slowly breaking with each movement causing his clothes to crackle at every step, until his uncle's rough gloves were wrapped around his freezing hands.

"Go away," he repeated softly. Click. His face was almost transparent, his mouth turning blueish. Click. "I've got this. (Click.) I've got this."

The grip on his palms tightened slightly: "Let's go."

"No. (Click.) No. (Click.) I've got this. (Click.) You're scaring it. (Click) Just go. (Click.) It's alright. (Click.) I've got this. (Click) I've got this."

"Knuckerling."

"Please."

He could feel the cold seeping out of the pale skin even through the thick leather of his gloves.

Drayden stared into his nephew's pleading eyes.

The dragon growled again, volume rising once more.

"Let's go."

Emmet did not fight back, and allowed his uncle to take him away.

Kyurem wailed in anguish.

It did not pursue.

[impyssadobsessions]

Bully: The Deal

I've been proud of what I wrote for a big story idea for Bully (the game by rockstar) but its still like first chapter and I probably wont get to it anytime soon. So I wanted to post some bits and pieces. Mostly showing like Pete's perspective and resemblance of like Gary and his Grandfather Also this is the game Bully so offensive language is kind of part of the deal.

Pete Kowalski have had many bad days in his life. As being a small and shy, but curious child, it was bound to be the case. Like the time when he was five and a bunch of boys poor glue all over his head. Or like the time he was eight and he watched his dog get hit by a car because he wanted to play outside with him.

The lady who hit the dog, fussed at Pete for not keeping him on a leash and demanded his parents pay for the damage done to the bumper. Pete never asked for another pet since.

There was also a time when Pete first started Bullworth. A bunch of bullies stuck him into a trash can and rolled him off of school grounds down into the beach path. He rolled straight into the water. Pete had to swim back to shore as the trash sailed off to sea. And that was just a few really terrible ones that came to mind, however, none of them compared to the deep sense of dread and anxiety of today. Well... maybe the dog thing was worse, but this was a close second. “Hello~ Earth to Fem-boy!” A hand waved in front of his face. The hand retreated back, like a pulled curtain, revealing a scarred face with a wicked grin. Gary Smith was back for another year at Bullworth. “I hate to disappoint you, Petey, but I don't swing that way. Though I know its hard not to stare. I'm an incredible. Human body at its peak.” Gary flexing his arms, “Humanities greatest achievement. Genetic marvel, really.” “Not mentally.” Pete bit his tongue as soon as he let his words slip. Cursing internally as Gary turned back towards him.

“Ooohoo hoo~ I see someone got started on their testosterone while I was gone.” Gary cooed with a nastier grin. Eyes sharp. Petey rolled his eyes, as he always did with the boy. Though he can't deny after the stunt Gary pulled last year, he was highly on edge. Just being in same room with Gary, set off his flight response. Pete couldn't imagine rooming with the guy again for another year or two. “Whatever Gary. What are you even doing here?”

“Oh, you know! Just like every snot-nose moron that infect these halls, I was.. forced to.” Gary gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, shaking it a little.

Pete raised a brow, his arms crossed. Forced to? “Yes! Girly-boy,” Did Pete say his thoughts out loud again? Though, with Gary, it could be that he read Pete's expression or that he wanted to continue for the sake of dramatic effect. “-Forced! Forced by the unfortunate trash that gave me life to attend this sorry God-forsaken zoo we call a school.” Gary flopped back on his bed, opposite of Pete's, arms crossed. His back against the wall. “Trust me, this is the LAST place I would want to be. Well, I guess second to that damn asylum.” Petey couldn't say he was shocked. Letting out a sigh, Pete asked mostly to himself, “Why me though?” “I don't know, Petey. Why don't you go ask Dr. Crabs-for-brains? After all, I'm sure he'll tell you with all the sucking up you had to do to get the title of HEAD boy. Or maybe he might even switch you with Hopkins if you offer some ass.” Pete's face flush with embarrassment and scrunched up in absolute disgust at the comment. “You're so gross.”

“I'm not the one sucking cock-” “Whatever, Jerk. I'm outta here.” Pete swiftly turned to walk out of the dorm. “Give the head a good kiss for me~ Right on the ass che-!” Pete slammed the door shut, a bit harder than he wanted to, but within ten minutes in the same room with Gary and Pete was ready to go back home. Too bad his parents wouldn't let him even if he did. 'You spend too much time inside!' 'Go out and play, son!' 'Don't you have a girlfriend, yet?' 'You're sixteen, Pete! Go to the park, go ride a bike, or get drunk at a party- just go do something!' Pete pinched the bridge of his nose while sticking his free hand into his pocket. To think he was even looking forward to the new year. He had FRIENDS.. well a friend and his friend's current... girlfriend? Jimmy never made it clear what Zoe was, but neither did Zoe. He was the head boy, which was bound to gain him some respect. At least by the smaller kids. The cliques were somewhat on good terms since Jimmy beat their asses again. Things were looking up for once. But... Pete should have known better by now, that anything that goes up must come down.

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“Here he is, Mr. Smith. The perfect model student of Bullworth Academy. Our Head Boy, Paul Kowalski-”Dr. Crabblesnitch stood up and patted Pete on the shoulder. “Peter, sir.” Pete corrected with a muttered. “Aha-yes yes. My mistake. Peter Kowalski.” Dr. Crabblesnitch's hand squeezing Pete's shoulder. His face keeping a stressed smile. “Head Boy?” The gruff voice of the older man asked with a raise brow. Pete tried hard not to frown as he recognized that tone. Mr. Smith plopped down in a empty chair right next to the one that was overturned on the floor. “This puny punk? Ha! He looks like one step away from wearing a dress and changing his name to Patty.” Okay, yeah. They were definitely related. Pete's face twitched in annoyance. “You must be Gary's grandfather. I can see where he gets his sense of humor from.” Petey outstretched his hand out towards Mr. Smith, trying to ignore the painful grip of Dr. Crabblesnitch's hand on his shoulder.

Mr. Smith tilted his head as his mustache swished back and fourth. Pete tried to keep his smile in place. He didn't want to appear weak or intimidated, but the silent tension was making Pete nervous. “Hahaha! Nice to meet you, Peter.” Mr. Smith burst out laughing while he reached out to shake Pete's hand. “Nice. To meet. You. Too... Mr. Smith.” Pete said through gritted teeth, trying to not let the pain show as Mr. Smith crushed Pete's hand in his grip. “Call me Allen, son.” Mr. Smith let go of Pete's hand and leaned back into his chair. He nodded his head slightly, as if he given Pete his approval. Pete let out a slight breath in relief. He folded his arms behind his back and rubbed his aching hand. Jerk. “Nice to meet you, Allen, sir.” --------------------

“So I thought to myself on how we could prevent the past from repeating itself and then it occurred to me. Our major blind spot is among his peers, thus entrusting a student with upstanding morals for the task was top priority.” Dr. Crabblesnitch looked over at Mr. Smith, “Of course, Gary Smith will be tested regularly as well to make absolutely certain that no tampering has arise.” This was a bad idea. A VERY bad idea. Pete couldn't stop Gary last year! He definitely couldn't, didn't WANT to this year. Gary did what Gary wanted too. He could fake it so easily and Pete... Pete was pretty certain all this would bite him in the ass. In more ways than one. “Hmph. Sounds like a lot of hoopla to me.” Allen's voice snapped Pete out of his daze. “S-sir! I was Gary's roommate last year and-and I don't think-” Petey stuttered. He had to say something, anything to try to get out of this. “Splendid! Then you'll already know what his condition is like with or without his medication.” “No-I mean yes, but-!” “Well! You've certainly convinced me, Crabblesnitch. I think its a wonderful idea.” Allen laughed loudly, standing up with a grin. Pete froze as he whipped his face towards Allen in confusion. What were all the adults on in this town?! The old man walked over to him, and slapped his back making the poor boy stumble forward. “I feel quite satisfied that this young lad is going to be playing caretaker to my grandson.” Allen barked. Pete's eyes danced between the headmaster and Mr. Smith. Confusion still written clearly on his face. “Ah, I'm so glad you've come to reason, Mr. Smith. Though Peter is not going to be responsible for Gary Smith's actions, he will at least keep us updated.” Dr. Crabblesnitch letting out a small breath of relief. Pete was too stun to reply. His fate was sealed, just like that.

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“Ah, finally some fresh air. I was getting tired of smelling all that bullshit in there,” Allen chuckled as he gave Pete a wink. Pete choked on a snort. “It was.. stifling to say the least.” Allen barked a laugh as he started to walk again. “Well, I'm glad there was at least one person that isn't stuck so far up their own ass that they can't smell shit around them.” Pete hummed in response, not sure how to take the compliment.

[solarisgod]

Ever since Micah was a child, they would only dream of the infinite darkness, with its coldest and loneliest space ( yet, where it held the most peace that they could ever have ), and while they got older, the darkness would often fall into different colors and shapes, becoming more vivid, ever violent.

( There was the fire that burnt them.

There was the waves that drowned them.

There was Micah, strangling themself— )

Phoebus was the one who learnt how to develop their awareness in these aching dreams to control them better for Micah and their starmates who were haunted by the consuming nightmares. They soon taught Philos and Phobos how they could make their dreams be only of never ending light.

Nothing but love itself.

Their shared dreamscape became more brighter, then. Occasionally, bits of darkness will bleed over it, often hurting Micah who is the most vulnerable of the Starwake System, through, they will always try with everything that they can to make their dreams feel as much home as possible, and they could achieve it most of the times.

When July began and ended with blood, however, everyone had lost their control.

Blood consumed it all.

Then, in a dark dream, from the distance ahead, there is a silver glint.

Shaky breathings leave Micah in terrible trembles as they gaze at the field of corpses, unrecognizable, almost meaningless— though, how they still know that these ruined bodies once belonged to everyone who they had closely known and ever only loved—They fall to the red surface on knees and it ripples beneath them, their deep sorrow. Clenched hands grip onto the heavy chest while they try to collect their composure, find the calmness in their breathing pattern— they make an attempt to inhale deeply and everything in them burns like childhood— Micah tightly shuts their eyes and sobs harder, allowing their guilt and grief to tear them apart, so they can be eaten alive by the entity that stands perfectly still before them, smiling and smiling and smiling—

"To be loved is to be consumed."

Sharp echoes of a cutting truth tear across Micah's starless dreamscape. Awareness flickers, then, telling them that this is a being made of dream sands and dark shards. They do not try to move away, or even shift. Micah still remains on the infinite blood of their dead loved ones, feeling themself being slowly dragged in the sanguine sea. They can never understand why does the world look for every chance to hurt them. Have they not bled enough? Been bruised enough? Their body aches in every single ways that no others should ever get to experience— exist with for the rest of their life. Each pulse of a heart forms a phantom burn in the damaged body. Each breath taken makes Micah long more for a galaxy to hold them, loving them with unending lights.

"I want to die out of love."

Micah's thought breaks through the silence, causing the sky and sea to waver gently, saying, you have always wanted to die for love— their sobs fall into silent crying and they glance up to see @nightmarecountry for the first time, its endless terrible teeth. Still, even then while facing the white night destruction, they do not leave it behind. They only try to understand its horrors. "But not like this." Their mind continues to speak to it with softness, despite the violent dream the entity builds against them. Micah does not want to hurt it. They do not want to remember the pain anymore. They just want to be loved, but in ways that can remind them of the clouds and stars. "Loving and being loved," they say, "They mean more than what you are familiar with."

While Micah continues to stare at it, the blood beneath them both slowly fades away. "Please," a begging, "Let me live so I can teach you how love can mean more than hunger and consumption." How it can always mean more than all forms of horror.

How love will always be more than the endless violence.

[delibean43]

Love Bites (Short Story)

I couldn’t help but to walk down the dark hallway, something about it felt familiar…as if I had been there before. Everything was familiar, the dark green carpet, the cool blue walls that have dusty pictures hanging everywhere.  I could hear loud, sloppy, and wet crunches coming from a room. I wanted to stop, yet I couldn’t,  with each step I got closer. With each step, the faint outlines of painted ducks could be seen on the dark navy blue door. “Mallory.” I looked around, stopping right in front of the door. 

“Hello?” I wasn’t scared, yet my voice trembled as I spoke. The wet crunching stopped, and a thud could be heard in the room. 

“Mallory.” The voice echoed across the room, yet outside of the room at the same time. It was inside my head, but it was also as if someone spoke to me. 

“Where are you?” I could feel the hair on my arms stand, and my heart rate had begun to quicken. 

“Mallory!” I jumped up and looked around, it was dark the only light was the fire that at that point was just hot coals, the small light that they emitted caused a warm glow on the edge of the trees that surrounded us…yes that's right, us. I looked to my side, and there sat her, Mia.

“Mallory, we have to get going, the dead are on their way.”  as she spoke I looked at her, taking her in. Her dark curly hair. With her deep brown eyes, are reflected colors from the fire that I don’t think I’d ever seen before. 

“Mallory, now!” the urgency in her voice was growing more, I guess it is time for us to head out. 

“Yes, sorry. I’ll start packing.” I get up and roll up the bed rolls. I peek over at Mia, who is packing our hammocks, I couldn’t help the small smile spread across my lips, not feeling too worried since we tried not sticking to one place at a time so I knew how to be able to appreciate Mia and pack at the same time. I decided to gather the rain bowls, rain being the best source of water since we entered the forest. Grabbing the rim of the large pottery bowels, I see my reflection of myself. My hair, dark from dirt and dried blood is starting to become matted, and my skin is a dark tan from being outside non-stop for nearly five years now.

 “Mallory, hurry up.” I look up at her, she stands above me, arms crossed. 

“Mia,  just go ahead without me, I’ll catch up. We both know I'm quick.” Mia frowns as if disappointed in what I chose to say. “Go on, I just have to put the water into bottles.” With a sigh, Mia stares at me, before walking off in the same direction we had been walking for days.

I quickly get on with what I was doing, unzipping my blue hiking backpack  I dig out the banana yellow funnel and the rinsed-out milk jugs. Carefully I pour the water into the jugs, to not waste a drop of such a currently scarce resource.  I watched the clear liquid quickly fill the jug, A twig snap caught my attention, and as I turned around I was pushed onto my back with full force. 

As I open my eyes I was greeted with the sight of a rotting face, his teeth making snapping noises at every attempt to bite me. I try kicking him off of me, but whoever the fuck this guy was before he died, he must have been a pro athlete or something. I struggled to push him off, it felt like a rabid wolf was attacking me for going after its prey I try scooting back, only to take a bit of a tumble down an indented part of the ground. The dead man follows me down, as we tumble I try kicking him off, which was harder than it sounds. As we reach the bottom, he's back on top of me, everything sore with the tumble all I could do was try to kick him off.  Shifting,  I felt something poke into my side, sharp enough to cause discomfort, so I grabbed it and stabbed it into his head. The sharp object, being some sharp rock, smashed into his skull as if the bone was made of butter. 

It took a second to snap out of this adrenaline-infused survival mode. The only thing that brought me out of it was the feeling of the blood dripping down my arm. Lifting the dark blue flannel, the indentations of teeth with swelling pools of dark crimson blood revealed itself to the world.  I stare at the taunting wound, it's like a badge for failure, the failure to survive, to grow old with Mia…Mia, she’s waiting for me. I climb up the small hill and grab the other pottery bowl and an extra cloth we have, dampening it I clean off any excess dirt and blood. The wet cloth smears the dark crimson blood around before being wiped completely off for the most part. Rummaging through my bag, I find used ripped pieces of cloth that were long enough to wrap around my arm.  It doesn't have to be pretty, it just has to be good enough so that Mia doesn’t know. She can’t know, it's only been a year since…I can’t leave quite yet…we are by my old home, before this all began. We can head there and stay the night. Pulling down my sleeve, I start following the tracks Mia had left behind.

I can't help but get lost in my thoughts as I walk with the footprints, plans, and ideas rolling into my ideas, but they are all the same, how to guide Mia to a safe spot without her finding out. I look up and see a headful of brown curly hair. I stand still, all possible futures of us together, the ones I had thought about, seemed to crumble before my eyes. I rub my eyes, to make sure I didn't have any tears on my cheeks and put on my poker face. 

“Mia!” I run towards her, and she quickly turns around, tightening her grip around the machete, one that was a wedding gift from before.

“Mallory, what took you so long?” Her eyes filled with worry, and I wanted to kiss the worry away. 

I look at her, taking a second to find a reasonable excuse, it is getting warmer so they are speeding up. “Nothing really, I was scouting the dead. We need to get moving, they’re faster than we thought.” I pause, trying to choose my next words so I don’t raise suspicion. “We should hide out in a house, let the dead pass by. I rather not risk us getting caught.” Mia looked at me, before nodding to the suggestion. 

 “Okay, but we have to figure out which house is likely to be unlocked, I don't want to break any windows, or get stuck outside when they’re coming through.” She continues walking ahead. 

I forced a smile at her, trying to ignore the pain of a fresh wound. “ I know a place, it shouldn’t be locked.” 

Mia looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed, confusion seemed to shine in her eyes. “You know a place? Are you okay? You can never decide on a specific location when we are near town.” I could only chuckle, and started walking ahead of her, she’ll need me to lead the way anyway. A voice deep down tells me that I will have to let her lead herself soon anyway.

Walking into the suburban neighborhood, it feels like my legs will cause me to head in another direction against my will. I can feel the sweat drip down my forehead, but I can't tell if it's correlated to my legs, or if the virus is trying to make itself known. My heart tries beating its way through my chest, and with each step, I take I notice more and more things about the neighborhood.  The bodies of the dead, dead for good this time, litter the sidewalks. Pools of a mixture of old dark blood and fresh light blood stain almost any surface that could be reached. 

Cars, abandoned and destroyed, are scatted into yards, or in the middle of the road, suitcases lay open after years of abandonment, and some houses are falling apart as if the wind would blow them over at any second. 

“It's hard to believe it's been six years” I look over at Mia, a frown gracing her lips. “Mallory, is something wrong?” 

I shake my head, and force a smile to ease her worries “I’m fine Mia, just…trying to remember the address.”  Mia crosses her arms but doesn’t say a word as we continue down the cracked road, of course keeping an eye on everything around us. 

As we approach the house, the feeling that was consuming my body was starting to become painful. The two-story house, with its light blue wooden exterior, stood tall in front of us. The once welcoming short dark brown porch with the metal swinging bench, but I doubt it was doing much swinging with the left chain being broken. 

“We shouldn’t stay out here too long,” Mia spoke out. “It's getting dark, and we still need to secure all the entrances before we can wait this out.”  I simply nod and walk onto the rotting porch, making sure to avoid the more visibility rotten spots.  As my hand touched the rusted gold doorknob, the sound of crumbling wood and a thud, I turn around…and there sits Mia, now under the porch, a giant hole replacing the wood on where she once stood. I couldn’t help but let a bubble of laughter escape my lips.  Mia’s face turned a bright red, she quickly stood up and climbed back onto the porch. “Let's just get inside.” I felt the wind from her rushing by, and the click of the knob as Mia opened the door.  

The door gave way to a black pit, void of any light. It suddenly felt like 80-pound weights were put on my chest, making me unable to breathe. No matter how deep I tried to breathe it seemed as if no oxygen was reaching my lungs.  Everything became muffled, drowned out by the ringing in my ears. I felt pressure on my arm, and looking up I see Mia, those soft brown eyes staring back at me, her beautiful face full of worry. That's the last thing I see before the world goes just as black. 

I quickly sit up, looking around. I'm in my bed, with the soft navy blue comforter and the matching pillows behind me.  I get up, and walk over to the window, looking outside.  Instead of being greeted by blood and the dead outside, I see... The clean streets, with children outside, laughing and playing. 

“Good morning, babe.” I quickly turn around and look at…him. My husband. 

“Liam, where is ᏠᏗፈᏦ?” I ask quickly, Liam smiles and walks over, holding a mug full of coffee, he kisses me gently on the lips, before pulling away. 

“ᏠᏗፈᏦ is just taking a nap, Mal.” I look at him for a few seconds, his tan skin seeming so much lighter than I remember. I pause for a second before taking a deep breath. It was just a sick twisted dream after all. 

“Im going to go wake him up, we have things to do today.” I slip on the grey bunny slippers, the pair Liam bought for our anniversary, and head out of the bedroom. The dark green carpet softened my steps, as I approach his room. I can't help but run my hand down the cool blue walls.  Eventually, I stood in front of the door, the dark navy blue door with the painted rubber ducks on it. A sudden cry and a gunshot make me jump, and suddenly, in a blink of an eye, the hallway is dark and dusty, the paint trying to chip off of every surface. I try to open the door, frantically trying to kick it down, but it's like it's cemented into the wall.

A burning sensation on my arm causes me to look down, and I am greeted with the sight  of a chunk of my flesh bitten out of it, with the blood pouring down it. The blood pools at my feet, covering too much ground to be humanly possible.  A sudden sense of nausea hits, and in the corner of my eye, I see someone standing, watching me. 

I look up and see Liam, he stands there, his hands covered in blood, a gun in his hand. “Liam,” I am careful, one wrong word and I might end up puking. “I'm only going to ask once more time, where is ᏠᏗፈᏦ?” I am careful, watching him, watching his moves. He is taking slow, shudder-filled, breaths. In front of me isn’t my husband, but a shattered and broken man. 

“Liam-” He cuts me off, and the anger in his voice shakes me to my core. 

“You were supposed to make sure the backyard was secure Mal! It's your fault- it’s your fault!” 

“I didn't know-!” I tried to defend myself before I was interrupted.

“Shut up Mal!” he takes a deep breath before sobs wrack his body. He points his gun at me, aiming at my head. “ᏠᏗፈᏦ died because you were reckless, I don’t deserve this hell, but you? You deserve worse than hell.”  before I could say another word, with a swift motion I watch him raise the gun to his head and paint the walls, and Our wedding photo red. The same feeling, the one I had earlier, the inability to breathe to see, hear, or think, comes crashing into me. I run out, and can't help but spill out all the contents onto the porch. By the time I am done, by the time I can look up, I see the blood and guts painting the roads and lawns. I look out into the road, and there she stands, Mia. 

I want to shout out her name, I want to ask her what's happening, why is it happening all over again, yet no words come out. I try to go inside, to grab a knife, a gun, or any sort of weapon; yet all that happens is my legs slowly moving towards Mia. She doesn’t notice me, and I seem to have no control over what I am doing, no control over anything but the mind that I am currently losing. As soon as I get close enough, I grab at her, she tries fighting me off, but that doesn't stop me from ripping into her flesh, and her screams echo across the neighborhood. 

  I jump up awake, and the only thing I can hear in the room is my heavy breathing. I look around and I am sitting on a mattress in the middle of my- no, the living room. I get up, noticing the burning sensation where the bite mark should be, yet I could care less, I need to find Mia before I can let myself care. I walk out into the hall and hear a noise in the kitchen. I quietly draw out my pocket knife and slowly inch into the kitchen. Mia is in the kitchen, searching the cupboards and I sigh in relief, “Mia.” she turns around quickly, looking at her tear-stained cheeks that make the haunting screams from my dream ring in my head.  

“Mallory!” she quickly rushes over and hugs me tightly, and I can't help but hug back just as tight. “I was so worried, you weren’t responding, and then- you just suddenly fainted.” She looks at me, and then suddenly punches me in the shoulder. “Don’t ever do that again! Do you understand!?” I wince, at both the punch and being yelled at, and nod. 

“Sorry for worrying you…I guess the constant walking did a number on me.” I look around and think…I have maybe a full 12 hours to live. If I'm lucky maybe longer. We have candles in the bags and canned food. “How about we have a date night? To celebrate being stationary for a bit. We have the tortilla chips and the can of refried beans that we have been saving.” I look at her, and it's clear that she is thinking about it, with how her eyebrows furrow and her lips go in a pouty-like shape,

“Okay,” she begins, “But we are not using the scented candles! Use the long white ones, I’ll get the chips and beans.” I watch her walk out of the room… before realizing that I needed to follow her to get the candles anyway. 

        With everything set up, we quietly eat the chips and beans, glancing at each other every once in a while. “Remember when we first met?” she seems startled out of her train of thought. 

“Of course I do” she looks at me, a soft smile gracing her lips, “You fell asleep in my old bunkers trash can. I thought you were a raccoon until I almost stabbed you.” 

I smile at the last part. “Wow Mia, animal cruelty? In today’s society?”

She simply shakes her head and smiles wider, “Mallory, you really are something else.”

“I know,” I reply, watching her, before leaning in for a kiss. Mia obliges, and for what feels like a much too short amount of time, I feel her lips against mine. “I love you.” I wish I could say a thousand more love you’s, I wish I had the time to. 

“I love you too.” I want to tell her that this may be the last time I could ever hear her say that, I want to tell her about the bite, about all of it. It’s better this way, that’s what I keep telling myself, it's better that she doesn’t dwell on it, if I were to tell her now, she would want to leave with me, and I can’t let that happen. 

` “Can I join you? I'm not tired but... I would enjoy a cuddle before I stand watch.” I  look a Mia, her deep brown eyes staring at me before that beautiful smile of hers graced her lips.

“Come on Mallie, let's get your big girl cuddles in” I blush heavily at her teasing, and throw a pillow at her face, her laugh echoing throughout the rooms. She smiles at me and heads to the living room, I help her pull out the sleeping bags and blankets we have. We zip the sleeping bags together, making it big enough for three people despite there only being us. We get in the sleeping bag and wrap my arms wrapped around Mia. Her body feels so cool against mine. It makes me glad I always felt warm, even before the bite, before the fever.  I felt her deep breaths slowly turn into the usual slow breaths after not too long. I nuzzled my face into the back of her neck, enjoying the peacefulness despite the imminent danger outside the walls. I took a deep breath of her scent before the haunting screams from my dream came back. I forced myself away, lightheadedness almost making me fall over as I sit up. Mia is asleep, and if I die by this damned bite, I could kill her. I can’t be the reason why another person dies, not again. I get up, leaning against the wall for support so I don’t fall over.  Slowly shuffling to the kitchen, I search through the unattended backpack we had left.

I pull out a little voice recorder we have, once used to help lure the dead away when needed. I go to grab the gun but hesitate, looking out the window I can see the dead walking around, the low noises from their destroyed throats could be heard even through the walls I take the knife instead, knowing I wouldn’t be able to climb a chair for the rope to work, this was the quietest option.  I slowly shuffle down that damned hallway, with the dark green carpet and blue walls. I glance at the wedding photo that has hung forgotten for years, the blood now a dark brown. I stare for a second, looking in between the blood spots, looking at myself in the white dress that took me hours to find. I take a deep breath and move forward to the end of the hall,  and stare at the dark navy blue door, with the little ducks. I stand there, hearing the sick wet crunches coming through the door just like they did six years ago.  I open the door, barely pushing it open, the hinges squeak loudly from the lack of use.  I look at the nursery, the baby blue walls peeling just like the hall walls, everything covered in thick layers of dust. I look at the giant block decore above the white crib, each of the five blocks spelling out his name. I avoid looking directly into the crib, knowing that if I do I’ll see the bones of someone who wasn’t even old enough to comprehend death, who deserved a chance to survive as I did. I go to move forward, before falling onto the ground, the carpet manages to muffle it enough that there is no clear sign of Mia or the dead hearing it. I push myself up, slowly shuffle to the rocking chair, and fall into it. I sit there, looking at everything, rocking to my slow heartbeat. This was once a place that filled people with laughter and excitement, but now I fear it is the home of tears and pain. 

I grab the voice recorder and hit play. It will hold a final goodbye to Mia, to life, all on such a small device.  “Mia, I know it doesn’t make sense why I decided to do this. The truth is... the truth is I was bitten, almost two days ago now.” I take a deep breath, I already feel like I'm suffocating. “At the time I am recording this, I can already feel the virus taking over my body, I can feel myself slipping away. You have every right to be angry with me, I understand if you despised me after this. You could say I chose the coward's way, and you could be right, but all I know is that I love you. I love you so much it hurts, you don’t know how in many ways you saved me.” I take a deep shaky breath which leads to a coughing fit, and a metallic taste fills my mouth. I look down at my hand and what greets me is bright crimson-red blood, pooling into the lines of my hand. The realization that I'm dying, that I won't live long enough to see the next sunrise, finally hits me like a truck. I can’t help the thick tears that roll down my cheeks. I look back at the recorder and continue. 

“You lost your sister earlier this year, and I know it still hurts and this will hurt too, but I need you to do something for me, Mia. I need you to live, I need you to find others and live in a community. I don’t want you to just survive as we did, I want you to be able to let your guard down, and laugh as if the world didn’t end six years ago…. There is a secret basement under the stairs, the code is..my son’s, Jack, birthday, 0826015. There should be maps, maybe leftover supplies, I’m not sure anymore.” I look at the door, expecting Mia to barge through at any minute, or expecting to wake up, for this to all be a dream. “When you find me, I ask you don’t move me. I want this room to be my final resting place.” I couldn’t help the sob escape my throat “Im sorry, and I will always love you.” 

I hit stop on the recorder and take out the knife. Aiming the sharp end of it at my temple. A sudden calmness washed over me, and it was like I didn’t fear death. I look at that dark navy blue door with those silly little baby ducks, and I can only hope that I can see Jack once more. 

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I Can't Get the Vampire Rogue to Romance Me - Ch 6

Chapter 6

“Valerian? Is he a friend of yours?” Hagor asked. 

“What? Oh. No. Or rather… I guess… Not yet,” she answered, realizing how awkward that sounded. “But we need him to get out of here.”

“I don’t really know what situation you think you are in, but we are not ‘getting out’ of here any time soon. We’re clearly headed for the slave markets.”

Evangeline wrinkled her nose. “Right, the slave market.”

Special Power: Meta Knowledge—activate

“We don’t want to go there.”

“No one wants to go there, to be sure, but I need to go there,” Hagor said cryptically. 

Evangeline tried to think again. How did she get out of the situation before? It was getting harder and harder to even remember why she should know the answer to that.

“Do I have the thieves-trick skill?” she muttered to herself aloud. Thinking about wanting to check her character stats made the table of them appear before herself. “Oh, that’s handy,” she said as she realized what she had done. 

“What is handy?” Hagor asked, observing her gaze. 

“I do indeed have a percentage in thieves-trick, so that means I have a chance of…” somewhere she heard a rattle as she tried to wiggle in her rope bonds.

“Success!” she declared, as the ropes slipped off her bound hands. Rolling them around to loosen away the ache from sleeping on them bound up, she then set to work on undoing the ropes around her legs. “I’ll do you next,” she told Hagor. 

“No need. You are not the only little mouse I have with me,” Hagor said, pulling his own undone hands forward. Cupped within one palm was, in fact, a small white mouse with a black patch over one eye and her left haunch. “Thank you, my friend.” 

The little mouse chirped and scurried up Hagor’s hairy arms to settle on one of his shoulders as he unwound the chewed-up ropes, then set to work on his own ankle restraints. 

“Getting these ropes off is one thing, but the chain collars is another,” Hagor said. 

“It’s alright,” Evangeline said, “they don’t seem to be linked together, at least as far as I can see.”

Special Ability: Meta Knowledge—activate

Evangeline’s eyes went wide. “Our biggest problem will be getting off the back of the wagon before the dragon attacks.”

“Dragon?”

Just then a piercing roar ripped through the skies. 

More people in the back with them woke up to that bone-rattling cry. Outside the goblins were panicking, understandably so, as an orange dragon streaked overhead, its massive wingspan casting down an equally massive shadow. 

“We got to hurry!” Evangeline hissed. 

“How did you know about the dragon?” Hagor asked. 

“No time, not now. I will tell you later,” she dismissed, feeling the impending urgency. 

Kicking her feet free, she moved toward the back of the wagon, stepping around the other bodies and trying not to squash any small bits. 

“Hey, you!” a voice hissed, leaning against the back. “Untie me!”

It was Valerian. 

Relief washed down her back. “Okay,” she said simply and knelt down to do just that. 

“Really?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “You’re going to do it just like that?”

“Yup, we need you,” she said with complete confidence. 

Again, she sensed that rattling sound just outside the edge of her hearing, but this time, the ropes wouldn’t fall apart at her touch. “Oh crap,” she said, realizing that it wasn’t working. 

“What is it?” Valerian demanded. 

She didn’t have time to answer. The wagon pitched sideways, and everything was a tumble of bodies and chaos. She spilled away, and since she had her hands free, she was able to save herself by acrobatically tumbling away. The sensation of doing so made her laugh. A tremor of thrill filled her being as she successfully did something that should have otherwise crushed her beneath the wagon. Her elation was truncated a moment later as she found herself staring up at the face of the orange dragon. Landing between its paws, she stared open-mouthed up at the gaping rows of sharp, wicked-looking teeth only a few feet above her. 

“Take her!” one of the goblins shouted from the tree line where they huddled together with their weapons spiking out toward the great beast. “Our tribute to the Lord of the Mountain hisself. Take her.”

The dragon looked up at the goblins. Then it charged, leaping away from Evangeline to pounce on the hoard. 

The next moment, Hagor was there, pulling her up to her feet into a run. 

“Why didn’t she eat me?” Evangeline cried as she stumbled, and she would have gone down if Hagor hadn’t helped her by keeping an arm around her waist. 

“They caught her attention,” Valerian shouted, appearing on the other side of her and stumbling along strangely, his fingers gripping onto the metal collar around his neck. It was like he was being dragged by the collar toward them. 

“What are you doing?” Hagor asked, noting Valerian as he nearly tripped them as he crashed into them. 

“I don’t know!” Valerian shouted. “I’m trying to run that way. I want nothing to do with you people.”

By then, they had all made it to the tree line. Other prisoners had scattered, screaming as they seemed to divide up into groups of three themselves. 

“It must be something to do with the collars,” Evangeline said, unable to shake the strange feeling that she should know that even as she said it, but her head was feeling fuzzier and fuzzier by the moment. Like she was forgetting some part of herself, and she really didn’t want to lose it. 

Panting for breath, their small group slowed down after running twenty or so feet into the woods. They could still hear the roaring and echoes of fighting behind them, but the uneven ground made going hard, even with Hagor’s surefooted druidic help. 

Then all three of them winced as a high-pitched sound cut through them all. Then the dragon appeared above them again, its mouth open. Evangeline realized it was shrieking so loud and at such a high frequency that they couldn’t really hear it.

A moment later it abated, and the dragon was gone. 

Evangeline sighed in relief. 

“Stun attack,” Hagor said, shaking his head. “I’m so glad we weren’t the direct targets of that. The last thing I want is to start—”

And then Valerian turned beside his tree and threw up.

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[messedupessy]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN YA ALL  (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ❤❤🎃🎃❤❤

This was not supposed to be what I was going to draw for Halloween this year, was going to draw my boy Pepper, but due to irl and me having trouble just drawing like this whole month especially, so did I not get to it. And so I decided to draw my enby Pip here instead, as it would be easier and the idea of drawing them as a cottagecore sort of witch just stuck with me, and this the result!

Ahh I finished this one just in time though, as I literally started on this yesterday and have been rushing af with it all day xD hence why some things probably looks a bit weird, but it looks good overall and so I am happy with it, even though I am a little sad that I had to remove so much of the ideas I had, as I wanted to like put plants on their hat, give them a bag and put like flowers here and there on them, but so to save time and my own sanity I had to cut them out, maybe I will get to draw them as a witch more proper some other time, but they still turned out pretty good tho!

So yeah, have a good halloween ya all, stay safe and enjoy this cutie!! ❤❤

[a-weird-writer]

Can we have some Guy Crimson and Dino kissing headcanons? Not a ship. With their their lovers! Thank you for answering my cuddliest demon lord ask, I was worried tumblr would eat it! I didn't expect Dino in there!

(I love writing kisses. Demon kisses is one of the best kinds, sweet and delirious. It took some time to make these banners, it's harder than it looks. -Weirdo)

Kissing Dino & Guy Crimson (Rouge)

That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime

Minor Spoiler Warning; (Dino's species, hints of background and Guy Crimson's color)

 Dino is a sloth. No hidden secret. Don’t mistake his “lowered guard” as weakness, a hurricane of implausible power unwinds beneath his mellowness. Threatening to blast anyone he deems worthy of his wrath; his ire, easy to earn and difficult to crawl back from alive. Dino is lazy-but appreciates how to hit you with a real smackeroo. Despite being a literal fallen angel-a supposed far cry from love and glory ascribed-Dino cherishes his lover and calm lifestyle. You’re one of the few not immediately obliterated should you interrupt his mid-morning nap. You disrupted his nap because of your ‘necessary’ need for attention? He gives it to you then, arms-lightning quick-enclosing you before you can even blink once, thin lips throwing smooch after smooch. on their target. Sleepy kisses, shooting perfectly; greedy to take your mouth's shape. Your dealer and his mouth are your new drug-flesh flushed in chirpy delight, indulging his dainty kisses. Each peck is as enticing as the last, thus a fallen angels' kiss. Small-almost fragile-and rapid, each replaced with a brand new one, increasing in number and clearly not stopping till his lips visits every corner of the world orbiting the soft reds on your cheeks. Since it's so apparent he is so neglectful, seeing you feel obligated to awake him, then he’ll stick to cleaning you by mouth until your skin shines like the Heaven Dino fell from. Rid you of any space untouched. Love is baked in his kisses, packed with honey sugar and a bitter strawberry tang; a devilishly delicate taste that never fades days on end. Straight out the oven and ready to bless its lover’s unsheltered skin and lips, amusement will sprout in his throat with every peep you make. Your honest noises treasured and licked up like crumbles. The sharp fork of his teeth, spoon of his maw. A feast of his very own. Pride and victory boiling over, slowly awareness fades in favor of drowsiness, then passes you alongside you cradled in his divine warming hug. Take heed however, his mouth may automatically seek yours, never getting enough, even well under slumber.

 If a kiss is an ocean, then Guy Crimson is a damned scuba diver; rails them in and just as easily bites the hook. Guy is no doubt a kisser, the foremost of the Demon Lords. Short end of the stick, he is so aloof about it. While Guy doesn’t mind build ups, being direct and overly chaotic is his nature; his most standard and basic of approaches leave awe of his power and deadly majesty. Preferring to swoop in and take it! His satisfying lips glide and slide off, a caressing breeze. Aquic like water, smooth as butter, pure warmth; inviting you to take in grace. His tongue is very bulky, fat in strength and demonic flesh; licking each of your teeth, daring them to nimble his wet muscle. Cleaning to only dirty them with his essence anew, twisting around within the darkness of your willing throat. Slick in impulse, relishing every single bit of your mouth Guy reaches. And his tongue reaches pretty far, determined to dye your wet craven in Guy’s signature color. He treats each kiss like the first. Like it’s the last connection you will ever share, molding your lips like clay so his tongue and fangs can paint his open canvas. Every wishful noise swallowed, (Heard by no angel, Guy Crimson is the only dark god your prayers ever reach for. Angels yield no answer for sinful desires, itch no impure aches, none you would be satisfied with.) restoring it with a blissed echo of his gratitude. A primordial demon. Your demon, you dare call him; primed to allure and collect your soul. Tempting you closer, to tame his mouth once again; till darkness wraps you, a waterfall of red power and cloaking shadows, the embrace of a bloody primordial. Twin crimson moon pupils kiss you too, looking through your shaking bones, your body might as well be clear as crystal. Cravings tucked away between your ribs, rattling in strong desperation, mind pleading mercy refusing to escape your throat. His glance, glazed in distant silver starlight along their red moons, intense and endearing; his eyes capture every curve and wiggle of your jaw, hungrily lapping up the inches. He stains you red; blood drips from your kiss swollen lips, the apples of your cheeks bleed, tips of your ears flashing a familial faint pink. The only color Guy Crimson strokes, century after century. Rouge. Oh, how beautiful you are.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Soft and Supple

Pairing: wolf!Bucky Barnes x bunny!reader

Warnings: dubcon, breeding, some a/b/o references, dirty talk, degradation.

Words: 1317.

Summary: The Big Bad Wolf was going to get you this time.

P.S. Please don't even ask me why 😩😩

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“Where are you going, baby?”

You could feel him hovering over you from behind, his arms getting restless as he cupped your breasts, breathing in your neck - you could feel the airy touch of his lips on your gentle skin. That cocky bastard had the audacity to fondle you in broad daylight like some pervert! Desperately trying to get away from Bucky, a wolf living in the forest close to the market where you were heading to buy some food, you squirmed when he turned your head towards him to give you a heated kiss, silencing your protests.

If a stranger saw you, they would call for help, but you knew it was useless: first, no one would hear you deep in the woods; second, it wasn’t the first time Bucky was doing that to you, but he had never gone further from there, usually slapping your ass and letting you run away as fast as you could, mocking you with his whistling or yelling something dirty. It looked insane, but you felt it was his way to communicate - in the end, he was a wolf, and you were born a little, weak bunny. His instincts kicked in every time he saw you.

“I’m... I’m not y-your baby.” you mewled when he finally let go of your lips, grinning at you like a predator willing to play with its prey. “You have to stop it! We’re n-not some savages.”

“Yeah? Would you like me to eat you like a Big Bag Wolf should, baby?” his breath was warming your long bunny ear, and you giggled, unable to hide your reaction from him. “Don’t tell me you don’t wanna fuck, bunny girl. You’ve been wagging that sweet fluffy tail in front of me the whole time like a slut.”

Oh, he was really getting riled up today, you thought and glanced back at him, shaking a little: while he would manhandle you every time you passed through this part of the forest, Bucky had never forced you to have sex with him. It looked like he was barely holding on today, his long rock-hard cock rubbing against your ass.

“Bucky, please. I was just passing by.” You muttered when he lowered his lips to your neck, his sharp teeth scraping it a little and drawing a pained sigh from you.

Shit, his hand was quickly travelling down your stomach: he cupped your pussy through the fabric of your shorts, leaving a hungry kiss on your neck and making you shiver with want, your hormones raging, making it even harder to resist him. Nonono, you couldn’t do it, you couldn’t submit to that damn cocky wolf who had been harassing you for months and was really going to rape you this time. You had to get out and report him, make police issue a restriction order or something, anything to keep Bucky away...

“There are lots of paths through the forest, but every time you come to my house like a girl who can’t help herself, knowing what’s gonna happen.”

He already had you pinned against the wall, your basket dropped somewhere to the ground, but you could barely focus when the wolf grabbed your ears, pinching them between his calloused fingers and making you squirm like a pathetic little bunny you were. It’s your weak spot, those damn soft, overly sensitive ears Bucky kept massaging with his thumb, making your knees tremble. Shit, shit, shit, it’s so good when he’s doing that, it’s so good your pussy got wet in a couple of seconds.

“I’ve heard pretty bunnies like you can cum real hard from just a small tickling of their ears. That’s true, baby? You gonna cum for me?” He tainted you, his lips ghosting over yours when he stared you in the eyes, watching you giving him a cute little sob, your lower lip quivering.

You wanted to tell him to leave you alone, let you go and never do this again to you, but you couldn’t, you couldn’t say anything but mewl when he stroked your soft, fluffy ears, his rough hands playing with them so good it turned off your brain, your juices leaking to the point Bucky could see the stains on your shorts, getting hungry for more. He then massaged them harder, pressing his thumbs to the inner part of your long ears, punching them with his fingers, crumpling their ends until you let out a high-pitched moan all of a sudden and started cumming right in front of him, your eyes rolling back into your skull when you opened your mouth, showing the wolf your little bunny tongue.

“Shit. Didn’t know it was true.” He muttered at the sight of you, your knees trembling as you quickly slumped down, unable to keep yourself standing - your shorts had been so stained Bucky wondered if it were easier to just throw them away rather than make them presentable again. “Oh baby, we’re gonna have so much fun.”

He was going to knot you. Shit, he was going to get his knot so deep inside you that you’d cum just from it alone, dumb little baby who had been flaunting her pretty tail in front of him for so long, hoping he’d dick you down and fill you up real good. You didn’t even realize you had been in heat, but Bucky wasn’t angry at you: he knew his baby bunny was too dumb to admit she needed a good mate and a good fuck. Luckily, your hormones worked better than your brain, so you would pass in front of his house every time your little pussy throbbed, giving him a good look at you. Sure, you acted like you didn’t want it, a fucking tease, but Bucky knew what he needed to do.

It just took him a bit more time to reorganize the rooms: his own desperately needed a makeover since you’d share it with him soon enough, and the nursery had to be built from scratch. Dumb little bunny, you had no idea how hard it was for a wolf like him to keep calm, stopping himself from jumping at you the second you walked near his house. Bunnies like you wanted to fuck till they could no longer speak, but wolves like him had to take care of their families, providing for them so that their sweet little babies would live in a safe place and have food on the table. Bucky didn't blame you, though. You were his cute, dumb bunny who needed a strong and smart wolf like him to live a good life.

"Bu-Bucky." you squirmed when he took you in his arms, lifting your from the ground and barging in the house, getting straight up to the room he finished renovated just yesterday, a new comfy bed awaiting for you two. "We c-can't do that... What if I get pregnant?"

"Of course, you'll get pregnant after you milk my cock like a good bunny girl you are." he growled into your ear, stripping you of your clothes, watching your wet throbbing pussy asking for a cock when he started fingering you just in case your cunt wasn't loose enough to fit him all, his knot getting painfully big. "How many babies you gonna give me, huh? Three? Four? Maybe more if I knock you up well?"

When you tried talking some sense into him, putting your arm on his chest to keep him away but ending up softly caressing it, Bucky sent you a wolfish grin, bottoming you out in one thrust - he couldn't wait a second longer, his own instincts taking over him when he started fucking you into his bed, loosening your leaking cunt for his fat knot. Oh, your sweet bunny pussy was the best. He'd make sure he got you knocked up the first time he filled your cunt with his cum.

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[kookieswan]

Nocturne of Waves-Part II

SeaCreature!Yoongi x Heiress!Reader (f)

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Mermain!AU, Slight angst, Some humor.

Warnings: Yoongi gets a bit saucy with MC (unintentionally) Mentions of Yoongi munching on fish (and MC)…

Summary: Your poor, poor carpet. Things are probably only going to get worse from here, huh?

Notes: I got this out relatively quickly after posting the last part, so that’s exciting! Also, sorry for spelling mistakes I didn’t have much time to check aha

Series Masterlist found here! 🌊

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“Please stop flailing around, there’s already a river of water running into my living room and the idea of having to clean it up is making me disappointed already. I just got that carpet too…” The man doesn’t listen to you for a single second. Tentacles flopping around wildly as he attempts to take in the scene of the bathroom all around him, more than a little pissed of that he’s stuck in the bathtub most likely. It’s the best you can do at this point though. Sitting on the edge of the tub, you try and level with him to see if you can get any answers about what he is or what’s going on.

“So, can you speak at all? Like, even a little bit? Because if not this is going to be a whole lot harder than I was hoping it would be.” He doesn’t speak, no, but the smallest of sounds comes from deep within his chest, almost like a rumble as he settles. Definitely not a human sound in the slightest, but hey, it’s a response of some sort. Not a peep leaves his mouth that resembles your language though, leading you to think that his kind might actually be selectively mute or have a completely different way of communication than humans.

“I’ll take the silence and glare as a no.” The man sniffs the air light, glancing around your bathroom slowly as if to find any threats. There aren’t any of course, but he manages to fine on in the fluffy pink towel that hangs over his head. He pokes it curiously before it falls from its spot, landing on his head. He doesn’t take kindly to that, the rumbling leaving him this time being a near snarl as he whips it off. It lands in the toilet with a small plunk, and you quietly think about how much better life was about an hour ago.

“Okay, now that you’re settled in my only bathtub, let me go get you something to eat before you start gnawing on me again.” Standing up quickly, you rush off to the kitchen to see what you have. Thankfully since you decided to live but the ocean for a good while, most of the stock in your fridge is some sort of seafood or meat. You don’t think you’d manage to actually catch something from the sea even if you tried… You don’t even have a pole, and the merman might not take kindly to it.

Pulling out some of the fillets, you stare at them for a bit trying to decide what to do. He probably wouldn’t like them to be cooked… Shrugging your shoulders, you take the fish out of the container and carry it to the bathroom quickly, trying not to drip gross fish juice all over the place. The cleanup for it most likely wouldn’t be the most fun.  The strangely good-looking man still sits in the tub, looking insanely bored as his tentacles idly move around on the surface of the porcelain.

“So, I have some fish… That’s not cooked. Yummy, right?” You hold the fish up to him uncertainly, not sure how else to present it. Most of the stuff he eats in the ocean is raw most likely, so you’re probably not too far off. The mans eyes widen considerably, hands twitching where they lay on either side of the tub. You hold it out farther and just like that its gone and in his mouth. The sound is… Interesting, and slightly disgusting, to say the least. He tears into it viciously, sharp teeth snapping through the meat like scissors through paper.

“I need to call you something, right? How about, uh… Sugar? Since you’re so undeniably sweet…? It’s a good play on the situation I think.” Sarcasm drips from your voice, but you can’t help it. The man (creature) is slowly turning into a nightmare. He’s already dragged salt water and sand all over the plush carpets of your house, and now he’s taking up the space of your porcelain tub while he scowls at you and munches on raw fish. The nerve. He doesn’t respond at all, too occupied with consuming the flesh of the thing in front of him. So, you decide he must be okay with it. Fantastic news.

“Sugar it is. Alright Sugar, I’m going to bed now because I’m tired after dragging your slimy ass up the beach. If you need anything… Try to refrain from needing anything, alright? I think I could sleep for a solid day straight.” Deciding to be nice, you plug in a nightlight into the wall quickly, one that makes starts and moons shine across the room in waves. You’re determined to leave the room as soon as possible, but as soon as you switch the lighting from one to the other, a shrill sound rings out in the room.

You glance back at Sugar, surprised to see him looking around the room in wonder. He stares at the ceiling and walls in awe, following the stars as the slowly move from one side to the other. Its then you realize that he’s probably never seen anything like this… That he’s probably never even been in a damn house, or even out of the ocean. This is like, a huge culture shock to him and fuck, you’ve been treating it like its nothing. Deciding to try and help out, if even a bit, you go over to the tub and plop yourself back down on the edge

“This is a nightlight; it’s used as a lesser source of light at night to help humans see. They come in a lot of different forms but this one is a little special. There’s a little machine inside of it that moves this outer shell, making it rotate slowly and display the shapes of moons and stars on the wall around it. Pretty cool, huh?” Sugar stares, but it’s morphed from his usual glower into something akin to curiosity. You still can’t tell if he understands anything, but it doesn’t hurt to try, even if your explanations are subpar at best. The poor man has to sleep in your tub tonight after all.

“My name is _____, um… I’m currently taking a vacation and that’s why I’m here for now. I have a close friend named Jimin. I just graduated college… Film and photography actually. I honestly don’t know anything about sea life or where you might have come from, I never studied anything that could help…” Sugar stares at you as you talk, the wonder remaining in his eyes as he stares at your lips. You feel kind of bad about rattling off random things about yourself, but you’re not sure what to say to the man.

“I know you have no idea what I’m saying bit, like, I don’t know. I feel bad about leaving you here all by yourself! I do need to go to bed though, I’m exhausted. Feel free to come get me if you need to think or to just… wander, I guess. Sleep well if you even sleep that is.” Before you get up from the tub, you extend a hand outward slowly as a peace offering. Sugar stares at it wordlessly before huffing a bit and turning away as if he wasn’t just gawking at you two seconds ago. There’s a long road in front of you, it seems…

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Startling, you’re awoken from you dream as you hear a dragging sound resonating throughout the house. A pity really, it was a good dream you think, and you’re so cozy… It seems like something is gliding against your flooring slowly still, somewhere in the living room. Your carpets are never going to be clean again…  At least you can pay for them to be replaced. You lay silently, unsure of what to do until your bedroom door opens up, the handle twisting jerkily a good few times before the door pushes free. This is fine, this is totally fine and there’s nothing to be worried about.

There are a few more curious sounds before there’s a tug at your sheets, then another, then another until they’re nearly pulled from around your body. The sheets aren’t though, and instead there’s a light plunk as something very similarly shaped to a human pulls itself up onto your bed with a strange amount of upper body strength. Well, if it isn’t Sugar creeping around at this point, you’re not sure who else it would be. To be fair, you did tell him that he could do whatever he wants… which in retrospect probably wasn’t the brightest idea that you’ve ever had.

Perhaps it’s because you’re simply curious, but you decide to keep your eyes closed and play it like you’re asleep. He won’t eat you, right…? Right. Maybe just a little nibble or something, that wouldn’t be so bad as long as he didn’t rip a finger off or something. A very wet hand rests against your bare ankle then, claws running against the skin surprisingly lightly as he glides it back and forth. He’s feeling out the bones in your leg, first your ankle, then up to your knee where he becomes particularly fascinated at the structure of it.

He pokes at the area a bit, never hard enough to draw any blood though. He even goes as far as to squish the skin together curiously. You try really hard not to giggle as it tickles quite a bit, but that bit of fun quickly turns to something else as his hand starts to glide up your thigh slowly. Oh, okay then. You can’t decide if you regret wearing such tiny shorts to bed of not. In your defense, it is rather out outside at the moment and the air is grossly sticky… And you didn’t think a man would be feeling you up in the middle of the night but who are you to complain.

He stops as your inner thigh finally, squishing the skin there yet again as he lightly runs his nails over it. You know it’s because he’s curious about legs and their function most likely, but he’s dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. Sugar doesn’t linger for long either way, a good thing for you, pulling himself up until you can feel him hovering over your form. At this rate he’d probably be straddling your body to get a closer look if he were able to do so. Quite a curious creature this man is turning out to be.

Not being able to keep your eyes closed any longer, you open them to see what’s happening. It’s dark for the most part, nearly pitch black but you can make out the form of Sugar overhead. His eyes nearly glow in the dark as he peers down at you, graying skin almost do the same as his hair frames his face perfectly. You notice then that there’s a faint glow coming from where your legs lay, and see that his tentacles are… radiant? Like he’s luminescent or something. What a strangely beautiful quality to have as an odd tentacle monster of a man. You move to speak, to say something to try and understand the situation before he leans down swiftly, effectively stopping you in your tracks.

His lips fall onto yours, kind of like a kiss but also not so. It’s a deep kiss (or not kiss), his chapped lips brushing against yours quickly as his tongue pushes through and into your mouth. A surprised sound leaves you then, a borderline moan since you haven’t gotten any action in quite a long time. Sugar pulls back almost as quickly as he swooped in, a thin bridge of spit connecting the two of you as his hair ticles against your face. He licks his lips a few times, almost like he’s savoring the taste of you before he leans back down. You do the same, surprised to find out that he almost tastes… Sweet. Again, his eyes peer into yours expectedly, luscious lips turning up into a glower, sharp teeth glinting as they catch the small amount of moonlight flowing through your window.

“That square water box you have been keeping me in is not comfortable, human.”

[wornoutmouse]

Fun fact: demon slayer starts in 1912 and ends in 1927(or at least that's when the Tashio era ends). Using that math Tanjiro (as long as he kept his health good) would very well be alive today at the ripe age of like 78 if my math is correct since he started as 13 in the series. (My math probably wrong asf)

Power imbalance, power bottom reader, knife play,  blood but not blood play...

He hated you.

Your very being irked him more than anything he'd ever experienced in all his centuries of living. You were clumsy, boisterous, and played that arrogant music all throughout your home while walking around half naked. Well in Muzan's opinion you were half naked, he couldn't even begin to describe his disbelief at the trend of exposing skin. 

It didn't help that you had that insignificant filth running through your veins. At first he was unsure, after all this was a completely different country than Japan, not to mention your darker skin and coiled hair. But no, he could smell and recognise the Kamado blood running through your veins just as strongly as it had run through all your ancestors. 

Completely undiluted. 

At the very beginning when you first moved in, you  came to his home. Knocking aggressively on his front door already getting off to the wrong start. When he opened it, you slipped past him and walked into his living room barely even saying hello as you put poorly decorated sugar cookies on his obsidian coffee table. "This is a nice place you got here Mj." 

Muzan's eyes twitched, that joke had long since gotten old since he moved to America. 

Now that you were closer he could definitely smell, the century old stench of rivaling bloodlust simmered just below your onyx skin. At any moment he expected you to attack him in some way or form. "Anyways I'm here to say hello neighbor, my name is Y/n and I'm your new best friend!"

Your happy attitude also agitated him to no end. Even though the knowledge of demons had dwindled down to only a few select families, even basic humans were wary of him as their baser instincts made them aware of his dangerous origins. This fact had long since forced Muzan to only prey on the elderly to survive. You had stayed a bit longer babbling about some nonsense that Muzan never acknowledged as he watched you from a good distance.

"You know you really got to add more to your wardrobe than 1963 suits." You walked from the back of his home, an area that he didn't even notice you wandered to. Finally getting bored, you open his door bidding your farewells. 

Just before leaving you stop and with a cheeky grin say, "If you ever need anything just come on over. We Kamado's are known for our kindness." 

Since then he'd been on edge around you. The point of relocating was for him to keep a low profile but now it seems he'd have to come face to face with an old nemesis reborn. 

Muzan snapped out of his thoughts with a flinch as he pierced his hand with his nail. He watches the dark blood well up from the wound and drip down his wrist. In the end this world had long since lost its hostility dwindling the average human incapable of basic combat. Giving you were no doubt a great descendant, Muzan failed to see you as a true threat.  

But one can never be too sure

🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢

You heard a knock on your door, soft and hesitant. "I don't think I'm expecting company." You checked your watch and peered out of a nearby window. It was at least 8 at night, you were braless wearing sweats with a red T-Shirt and on your way to bed.  In the back of your mind you visualize your two grand-uncles Inosuke and Zenitsu coming over to make you spectate their fights. For two old dudes they still had enough strength in them to do hip breaking nonsense.

You open the door shocked to see your next door neighbor standing before you. For once he wasn't wearing a suit that cost more than your house. His attire was still expensively dressed but in a more casual sense, that being a black dress shirt and slacks. His sleeves were rolled up displaying his pale skin. "Can I come in?" A dazzling smile you had never seen before practically blinds you as he walks past you into your home.

When Muzan walks in his eyes immediately dart to the clear as day Nichirin Blade sword displayed recklessly on your living room wall above your couch. "You like it?" A hand on his shoulder makes him jump, "Got it from my grandpa, he says it's really special but I feel like he's exaggerating. You know how old people are." Muzan shakes out of his stupor. "I don't quite understand what you mean by that, however I do know that it's much more wise to listen to your elders than ignoring…..It could save your life."

Muzan replicates you and puts a hand on your shoulder gently squeezing. This was it, he'd go in for the kill and it would be over, the amount of blood he'd pump into you would be enough to watch you meet a satisfying end of combustion completely untraceable if the police were to get involved. How he wishes he'd be there when your poor grandfather walks along your remains splattered on every surface in your living room. Unable to do a thing as he's finally in his last stretch of life. 

The beauty.

Muzan's finger only twitches in the slightest before pain sparks from his own neck. "The thought of you coming into my own home unprovoked and at night no less, was the most obvious sign one could ask more." You had his hand gripped so tight your veins popped while your other hand held a small pocket knife that burned  brighter than any Nichirin sword he'd ever encountered. He didn't understand, he was quick enough to kill even the best of the ancient Hiroshima. So how did a little foreign girl like you get the upper hand?

It was embarrassing and almost laughable if any of his pillars were alive to tell the tale.

You press the blade harder before bringing your other hand to caress Muzan's cheek,  "Did you think I'd be just an ignorant descendant of an infamous hero?" You clicked your teeth disappointingly. "How naive, you've really become lazy after all these millennia huh?" You walk forward, pushing Muzan back with seductive strength. He allows you to push him into your couch,  I say allow because at any time he could have stopped you.  

Muzan is most definitely not holding me at gunpoint right now. 

The knife never wavers even as you climb into Muzan's lap, pressing it even closer against his jugular. "You do know getting beheaded will not kill me, and I doubt this petty little kitchen knife will get the job done in the first place." Your lips draw into a smirk and you press the knife closer as you trail it down his chest, "That may be true but it's gonna take one hell of a time for you to grow back." Your hand jerks down, popping his shirt buttons open.

Muzan watches with interest, your eyes light up as more skin becomes exposed. The tones of your dark skin contrast strikingly as you caress his pectoral with the tips of your fingers. "For a 1,000 year old grandpa you look decent." Still threatening his life with your blade, you kiss him. It's deep and carnal. Your lustful desires being made known as you grind in his lap. The flesh of your ass snuggly hotdogs the forming outline of his cock. "I've always wanted to be with a demon. You've had to of become a real freak after living this long!"

When you pull away Muzan's thin lips are pink and a bit swollen. He is out of breath despite needing none, "You have a lot of nerve for a mere human." With your free hand you loosen the belt of his slacks, only standing to pull them off, pleased when Muzan voluntarily raises his hips to aid you. 

Don't get him wrong, he was still planning on killing you and ending your wretched bloodline once and for all, he just needed his mind to clear itself. Your scent, your confidence, strung him along like a puppet. His hands grip onto your ass cheeks like a lifeline. Molding them between his fingers, even giving them a shake through your sweats. His nails elongate and puncture the thick fabric as if it was nothing more than a spider web. 

Your sweats are tugged off completely leaving your lower half nude. Muzan moves his hands to hold your ass again but your blade politely makes itself known. You are out of breath and clearly flustered. "Watch yourself, demon, I'm the one calling the shots, don't forget that." Muzan bites his tongue with sharp glare. He raises his hands in surrender, "Of course." 

Muzan can feel your wetness against his leg and it's driving him insane. "Hey…" red eyes refocus on yours, "You ain't got any diseases do you? And you can't get me pregnant right?" Muzan smirks hands enclosing around your ass despite your protest. "I can, however it will cost a lot more than doing it once." The odds didn't seem in your favor but you were in no position to stand down and grab a condom and Muzan knew it.

You curve the blade towards his chin, "If you are lying and give me some ancient unknown disease or I find out you have superman sperm, I will kill you." Muzan links his lips, "Wasn't that the plan from the beginning or have you had a moment of level headedness?" Your wrist is quick and precise, cutting a thin slash along his jawline., not enough to scar and it barely even bled, but the threat was clear.

You grab Muzan's dick and use your thumb to attack the underside with fast strokes. Said man doesn't react outwardly, the only sign being his eyelids lowering by a fraction. "Were you always this well endowed or did you adjust this part too?" Muzan was not amused by your insinuation. Deciding to once again display the true power imbalance this situation had, he loops his arms underneath your large thighs and lifts you just enough to thrust his cock against your hole. 

From there he let's go, making you plop down on his length, making you yelp and allowing him to lean back with a relaxed sigh. You were so warm and tight. Now even though I explained what had happened with great detail,  keep in mind that in reality it all happened within a fraction of a second. 

Your large and in charge persona was cracking.  You gripped Muzan's sides tightly as your pussy spasmed around his girth. "F-Fuck it's too….." you trail off not wanting to give Muzan the credit he was truly due. 

It takes a few moments for you to get your bearings all the while Muzan and his dangerous jaw swayed in the crevice of your neck. A viper playing with its prey. The blade is back against his neck once again making his cock twitch. If he were human this would be a dangerous feat.  Your grip never slacked nor lessened against his neck, slicing into a growing wound that dropped dark blood down his chest and to his abdomen. 

His dick stretched your pussy and made it weap on each downstroke. Muzan's hands grip onto the cheeks of your ass with gritted teeth.  Your insides gripped him ever so slightly.  Sucking him back in as if he belonged there.  He felt used and it felt good.  His black ringlets stuck to his face from sweat and his red eyes grew in intensity. 

He couldn't see much of your body, hell he could barely even touch. In the back of his mind humorous thoughts such as how he knew Tanjiro would lose his sanity if he knew his granddaughter was being bedded by the man he despised. But the more you bounced, the more you squeezed, the deeper you cut into his neck proved that you were truly the one in charge. 

"Oh God you're so deep!" Your deep almond eyes shut themselves with pleasure. Muzan could feel your legs shaking with exertion at the same rhythm your pussy twitched. His balls felt tight after having no action in over a dozen years. "F-Faster." He has no care for your blade, only wanting to cum and feel the sweet ecstasy he knew your creamed pussy would provide. "Come on human, go faster." Muzan locks lips with you, gaze hardened and intent on proving some sort of point.

Tossing the knife you wrap your arms around his neck pulling his head closer. Red eyes target brown ones as his hands take a stronger grip on your ass. He uses his strength to bounce you. The sound of his balls slapping against the curve of your ass is just as disgusting as it is sexy. Your nipples rub against his through your tank-top making you both moan. The feeling blood stains your shirt making you shiver from the cool wetness

The couch you rest on bangs against the wall behind you the faster you both go. Muzan's feet are planted firmly in the ground, his fangs further elongated. He looks feral and it is in this moment where you get a glimpse of the horror many people felt when he took their lives. "Focus little Kamado, you wouldn't want to disappoint me now would you?" 

Muzan's hips meet yours, spreading the tempo. Your juices coat his lap before finally you tense up completely into a cramp inducing stance as Muzan impaled you on his cock one last time. "Ahh.." Muzan empties himself within you with a relieved sigh. 

Maybe the Kamado bloodline could go on.

[spacemilkies]

fraternization

sm: it started off work friendly with honest attempts … truly, but who could really blame you.

ft: mute, lion, jager, thermite

a/n: it started off with finally seeing lion’s face and spiraled to this. im sorry. (signed a spiteful lion main in ranked)

MUTE never liked you at first. you were too socially inclined, too friendly, too loud. sure you knew when to shut up during an operation, but off the field? he knew more than he wanted about your personal life.

where you vacationed as a kid.

your favorite color.

the name of the family cat who bit you-

actually what was its name again?

a rough, but firm hold takes grip of your hair, fisting you away from the sheets you’d ruined with your sobbing. the room was once again brought to life by the sounds of you. a beautiful symphony to the orchestra of his hips smacking against the back of your thighs and the bed creaking beneath your combined weight.

“that stupid cat you hated, what was his name again?”

your brow pinched, eyes barely visible between tight lids as you grit your teeth against the onslaught of his undulations.

poor thing.

a sharp hiss broke through your warbled cries as he jerked your head back again, lips heating your ear as he repeated the question. it was the most sensitive, sensual interrogation you’d ever experienced.

the worst part is, he knew how difficult of a task it was for you when you got so deliriously drunk on the feel of him. shame that such a trained operative could be reduced to such a mess.

the worse than that, was that you weren’t even sure what awaited you on the other side of his question.

would he reward you or was this just a taste of another game ?

the next thrust was so deep that it kissed your sanity.

“samson!”

who knew that damned cat would still haunt you in the afterlife.

mark released you and you fell back against the damp sheets. his hips slowed to an almost inquisitive pace as his calloused thumb caressed your back. his hardness remained uncaring to the sensitive stretch of your walls.

“you told me about the time you got lost in monaco once, remind me again. ”

if you’d known then how those mindless attempts to bridge the gap would have brought you to this head-

maybe you would have told simpler stories.

THERMITE had to have thought long and hard about this prior. practically planned the whole trip around this moment. you’d been to distracted to notice the signs, consumed with impressions and meeting his family. for what it was worth, jordan was an exceptional actor and organizer.

he disarmed your tension with light touches, slowly unraveled your nerves by guiding you from one conversation to the next.

at the end of the night, you were too grateful to notice the way he eagerly lead you to his childhood room after the talking settled. too wrapped up in kisses to acknowledge the way he had you stripped and bare before you’d even got his shirt off.

“fuck… been dreaming about this.”

jordan was a man possessed and drunk off the sight of you splayed out on his sheets. his parents had since transformed his old room into guest quarters. gone was the old furniture but the memorability and ambiance remained the same. he’d gotten you here and that was all that mattered.

he regretted that he couldn’t paint the walls with your cries of pleasure, but the visual of you twisting the sheets with both your mouth and fist- desperate not to ruin the moment by getting you caught.

well that would just have to be his prize.

what a settlement.

his thumbs eased circles onto the roundness of your hips, a loving caress before those same blotched fingers pinched and pulled against the fat to draw you back harder into his thrusts. your quiet whimpers really were nothing compared to the creaking bed and lewd smacks.

but jordan really couldn’t give a shit. he was home and he was going to enjoy it.

LION didn’t want to like you. he had enough on his plate, plenty of the past to still work out. so much of himself to evaluate and improve. and his son.

his mother may have moved on, introduced a new figure into their child’s life but that didn’t mean olivier was ready.

and neither were you to be honest.

you both lived lives that weren’t promised. today could be monday, but that didn’t mean you were guaranteed a tuesday. it was even harder to enjoy the ones that you did, or at least the parts that weren’t gunfire and claymores.

this wasn’t about love or it settling down.

it was a means to end to cut through the carnage.

so you don’t think about wedding bells and nights in front of the fireplace what the flat of his palm presses you down between your shoulder blades. the man knows he’s big, which is why he takes you this way, always leaning back to watch your thighs spasm and shake. you’ve caught him on more then one occasion watching entranced as he slowly slides into your sex.

it’s not emotional sex but there are a lot of print up ‘emotions’ driving the heat of it. you’ve convinced yourself that it’s completely normal to seek each other out blindly after a mission, utilizing any empty room or surface. despite denying the underlying whatever it was building, it was surprisingly easy to ignore the commonplace forming between you.

evident in the way the two of you stand comfortably side by side. shoulders brushing without acknowledgment. a few brows raise but no one says anything.

especially him when he holds you close in the early threads of the morning, sweat slicked and sticky with come. you’re drowsy and in no position to get up and leave. he slips his softening cock nestled within you, if only to remind himself of why he’s here.

JAGER believes in all or nothing. he lacks to social grace to risk tiptoeing through fragile ‘labels’. he’d make a terrible ballerina anyway. it’s not as if he’s looking to settle per say, but he’s old enough to appreciate living this long in his career. when he accepts you into his bed, only you know it’s warmth and the way one pillow is noticeably flatter than the others.

marius is a tentatively tender lover at first. learning where to touch and how to grab. he’s throughout, though, leaving you sated with just his fingers and cock.

but he’s a thinker, inquisitive on all the ways something can be improved and you’re no exception. the first time he puts his mouth on you? marius nearly had to tap out against your thighs as they constricted around him.

his tongue had no business being that good. and that boyish, knowing grin … he would be your premature death. he makes quite an effort to get you to be the one to tap out. waist squirming against his hold as he alternated between kitten licks and swipes of his thumb against your sensitive hole. the man had mapped you out entirely, aware of the slightest edge needed to make you crumble.

he isn’t a very vocal lover, but he grunts appreciatively whenever you tug his hair or meeting him just right on on a downward thrust. thoroughly enjoys kissing you, sliding his mouth from your lips to your neck and back again. never seems to lose breath despite his pace as he imprints his taste against your tongue.

for someone who holds his words, the man is very good with his mouth.