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i dare you to come over to ao3 and bare knuckle fight me in the comment section  (๑و•̀ω•́)و

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strange affection

inexplicable emotion toward you (biting)

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I DID say double update, didn’t I? A Peek of Ch. 6

Halfway through the first (first?) time he kisses you, you realize he is more… tasting you than even kissing you.

At first you figured the hastily mashed together lips, the clumsiness, bumping teeth could all be explained by inexperience. You explained away the expression on his face as love-drunk. Nothing to think too hard about. Even the little moans that sounded like someone hungry enjoying a particularly satisfying meal after a long wait. Cute and inexperienced, or maybe it had just been a while.

But then there’s the way he has his tongue down your throat, so far you almost choke. The way he licks the remnants of you off of his lips and then his teeth afterwards. It isn’t a kiss, it’s an appetizer.

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The rest is where? It’s on ao3, of course! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38034748/chapters/97108650

Come find me! Don’t be a stranger! ( *・∀・)ノ゛

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death comes 💀

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Ch. 5 Peek

You’re not so much walking as falling forwards through space. Dragging your feet, drifting.

The edges of buildings and street signs are soft and indistinct, vague shapes. Colors blend in and out of each other. The world moves by you in a fog.

Trapped in a daze somewhere between sleep and consciousness, the only thing you feel concretely is a hand on the small of your back. When your feet stall, it’s the only thing urging you forwards. When you slump back, exhausted, it’s the only thing keeping you upright. Where you threaten to dissipate, the hand keeps you solid.

Someone is gently herding you. (And you let yourself be herded with uncharacteristic acquiescence, too tired for once to protest.) It’s like someone sapped all the marrow out of your bones, latched on and kept sucking until all of your strength was gone.

You look up through heavy eyelids at the man who has you tucked under his arm, steering you as your feet move on autopilot. Even through sleep-blurred eyes it’s impossible to mistake his silhouette. Doe.

It’s rare to see him turned away from you, but his eyes are focused on the path ahead, diligently making sure that neither one of you trips. You take the opportunity to study his profile. Oh, what big eyes you have. Oh, what sharp teeth you have…

You almost stumble. He guides you slowly over the edge of a curb, an arm around you and a hand laced through yours. “You have very very very pretty fingers.” He speaks quietly. A thumb brushes twice over the back of your hand. You shiver.

It’s not like you to go so soft. Tired as you are, there's still a voice in the back of your head berating you for it. You make some excuses to yourself. It’s nice to be led along like this. Easy. You could probably just close your eyes and be carried to your destination. You’re unused to the feeling of not being in control. It’s nostalgic, like being in the backseat of a car. For now at least, you let yourself be swept away.

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Read the rest here, dears! And please mind the tags. It’s a double double update <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38034748/chapters/97106283

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if a girl tried to sacrifice me to the old gods that would be totally fine and I would submit but if a guy did that I would fight back a little

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The Times, Shreveport, Louisiana, November 30, 1913

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Cchesecsk 🤤🤤

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Ch. 4 of Love Isn’t Dead, It Just Smells Funny ... A Lil Sneak Peek ;-0

Why would a fly bring a spider home?

The creature standing in front of you rattles with the voltage of his own anticipation.

His long fingers skitter across the counter like the scraping symphony of a thousand little insect feet. Can hands even move like that? It’s uncanny.

When’s the last time you felt this kind of unease intrigue in equal measure? Maybe it was the first time you saw the exoskeleton of a cicada near the old creek bed behind the park. The way you stared at it with equal parts dread and fascination. That strange organic husk, so alive and yet so empty, sat in the valley between two things you understood. It made your own skin crawl, but at the same time you itched to just… reach out and touch it. What’s the outcome when fear and curiosity are at war with each other? Try as you might, you can’t remember what you ended up doing.

And now, here before you is this mind bending, infuriating, somewhat menacing person. A strange creature who can’t seem to get enough of you despite any accidental gut-fondling on your part. (He’s okay now. Stop looking for the hole. It’s not there anymore.) His smile is stretched over the sides of his face and he’s still licking up his blood with gusto. His tongue is very, very long. A shock of something travels up your spine. He’s just so inhuman.

He looks at you expectantly.

“Was that even a legitimate question?”

“Yeees! It will be so much fun! We can hang out. I can show you all sorts of things.” The corners of his mouth are literally curled up to his ears now and his neck lolls to the side like a slinky. The more time you spend around him the less you understand anything.

It seems like there’s A Choice to be made.

[What will it be, Yes or No?]

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The rest is on ao3! I’ll see you over there.

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hi! aaaaaaaa *im bit by 1,000 animals and die* *1,000 vultures eat my remains* *1,000 trees grow from my bones, forming a forest with 1,000 bugs and 1,000 birds*

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^^^ 100% what I picture if Doe was a lil cat 

some perfectly average black cats

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Writing John Doe fanfic and.... Of course it’s a horny gory mess. I feel giant stink lines emanating from me. My sins crawl on my back. What have I done? It’s a beautiful monstrosity.

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DROPS THIS ANS RUNS LIKE A RAT

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Beat me to a pulp and lick the blood off my face and tell me how I belong to you and you alone