#(just like the sounds made while monster mashing)

[areallystupidleaf]

okay country music is *not* my kind of music however GAY country music makes me giggle cuz im used to christian hetero country lmao and i can only imagine The Straights™️ thinking its the average country song and suddenly its about two men doing the monster mash

[aciddrattboyy]

monster mash

scare!actor bachira appeared in a vision and i had to let it be known or after being stood up on a date, one scare actor meguru spots you and decides to try to fill the spot

bachira x f!reader 🕸 fluff 🕸 wc: 1.7k cw: nothing i dont think, nothing is too descriptive i think i literally use the word gore once, nvm i lied one mention of blood (its fake) a/n: this is me lil story for the poll i made but it prob wont be my only halloween fic cuz i love halloween

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the cold fall breeze did nothing to help your already trembling body. as soon as you stepped out of your house you regretted wearing the tight black dress your date picked out for you. and when you got a message from said date saying he wasnt going anymore when you were already half way to the festival, you regretted it even more. 

you thought about turning back, going home and calling your friends. maybe try to see if there were any parties you all could go to. you wouldve felt bad asking your friends to buy tickets last minute. but you spent a good amount on your ticket and you weren’t about to waste it. 

here you were now, standing in line for a haunted house all by your lonesome. were you a huge fan of haunted houses? no not exactly. but were you about to get every pennys worth of what you paid for? yes of course. you kind of felt stupid about it, feeling a bit stubborn doing this all out of spite. but you weren’t exactly made of money and you had been excited to come here. so you’d persevere. 

meguru strolled out of the ‘crew only’ door, hands in the pockets oh his sweatpants while goosebumps trailed up his arms up until well his t-shirt sleeves ended. observing the ridiculously long line, he silently prayed for his coworkers and hoped their night went… decent.

rummaging through his pockets, meguru grabbed for his earbuds. but he stopped in his tracks when he saw you. arms crossed tightly over your chest as you fidgeted with the hem of your short dress. a smile twitched on the corner of his mouth as he smoothly changed his course, abandoning his walk towards the employee parking lot and making a bee line towards you. he seamlessly slid under the velvet rope, grinning as he stood behind you. 

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here by yourself?” 

your eye twitched, twisting around and fully prepared to tell the creep off. but your words faltered when you actually saw megurus face. his smile didnt seem to match what sounded like cat calling. so you relaxed a bit, hoping that continuing this conversation wouldnt end badly.

“being stood up on a date,” you watched as his eyes widened, his smile faltering for just a moment. 

“no shit really?” he barked out a laugh out of surprised. his eyes scanned over you, watching in amusement as you bounced on the balls of your shoes. “damn that sucks.” you scoffed, nodding your head with a less than enthused smile. 

“thanks,” 

“but-” meguru said quickly, taking a step forward when he saw you begin to turn away. “uh if you want i can help you through it, i know the place well,” he said, gesturing to the haunted house youve been waiting to get into for what felt like eons. your eyebrow cocked as you faced him fully, being amused by his attempt to salvage the conversation. 

“are you some kind of adrenaline junkie?” you asked lightly, wondering just how many times he’d gone through it. little did you know it was more than you couldve ever guessed. 

“yes- but im one of the actors here so it would be pretty inconvenient if i didnt know my way around- whats your name? im meguru,” meguru didnt usually tell people about his job. not finding it important enough to talk about most times. was the job fun? most of the time. but it was just an exciting side gig while he made his way through college. but seeing the way your eyes lit up at his words, he felt good about it. 

“you dont look… scary,” you teased, studying megurus features as you moved up the line with him in tow. if you were given a line up of people to guess who were scare actors you probably would’ve picked him last upon first glance. “and its y/n” you added on with a bubbly grin. 

“well yeah i dont have an ax through my chest right now,” he shrugged his shoulders, eyes never leaving yours with a goofy smile on his face. you laughed, a sweet smile settling on your face. you felt like your night was starting to look up just a bit. “but nice to meet you y/n,”

the two of you talked a lot about nothing going through the line. it was surprisingly easy to just chat with him and you hadnt even noticed you were moving with the line until you were basically at the entrance. you looked at meguru with wide eyes when an ear piercing scream could be heard of from inside. 

“dont worry pretty girl i’ll protect you,” he said with a wink, mirroring the smile on your face. as you guys moved towards the entrance, your heart was too busy beating in your ears for you to notice or hear meguru talking to one of his coworkers that were monitoring the line. you were only brought back to reality when meguru linked his arm with yours, rolling his neck. 

meguru usually didnt actually walk through the haunted houses he worked at. the thought of seeing a coworker in the makeup he’s seen been put on them before would probably ruin the mood. but now that he had you, clingly to his side oh so adorably, he was starting to think maybe it would be fun. 

as soon as you walked in you were immediately veiled in eery, cold darkness. adrenaline pumped through your veins as you tried to adjust your vision. you swerved your head, trying to look out for any possible jumpscares. meguru watched as you grew a bit frantic, not wanting to say too much and spoil the fun. there was a faint smile on his lips when he saw you notice the well lit door down the hall. 

while you were relieved, and started making your way to the door, meguru knew that it wasnt the exit. he knew someone was behind that door, patiently waiting for someone like you to open it to jump out and scream. he found your interest in the door amusing considering he was there just a couple hours ago. 

“you might not wanna open that door,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. he felt bad for ruining the illusion, but you already looked like you were on the brink of collapse and the last thing he wanted was for you to faint. 

you shivered, his warm breath grazing your skin a stark contrast to the cold room you were in. holding on to his arm with both hands now, you let him lead the way, suddenly realizing you were not a fan of haunted houses. 

you got through the majority of the house with almost no incidents. having put your faith into meguru, you screwed your eyes shut. only getting scared by the ambience or someone else’s screams. 

meguru glanced down at you plenty of times as he walked you through. you just looked so cute leaning your head on his with your eyes closed. you had put all your trust in him to get you through and he was going to honor that. 

what meguru didnt know then, was that a bunch of the crew members had been plotting as the two of you walked through, staking out the exit for an impromptu jumpscare. they normally wouldnt do this, they have a job to do after all. but you guys were the last of your grouping so they would have to wait for you to leave before letting more people in anyway. it was sort of a gift to meguru, giving him a scare in a haunted house.

“we’re almost there,” meguru muttered close to your head, his smile growing as he made his way to the exit. your eyes had opened just a bit, relief washing through your body when you could clearly see outside of the haunted house. with a little pep in your step, you sped walked for the exit. 

but that was cut short when a body fell from the roof, almost landing on top of you but staying suspended in the air. you yelped, stumbling backwards into megurus chest. unfortunately for you, he was of no help. his eyes furrowed, his own heart rate starting to pick up. but just as he was about to make sense of it all, two actors jumped in front of you. the special effects were gorey and you thought you were going to vomit. with wide eyes you turned to meguru who was now laughing nervously. 

another body fell, this time hitting the ground with a thud right behind you. you both spun around towards the sound and you could feel a scream bubbling in your throat when you saw a dark liquid seep out from under it. 

under normal circumstances, meguru would laugh that stunt off, knowing exactly how it was done and having pulled it off himself. but having already been caught off guard, it did nothing to calm him down. 

quickly grabbing your wrist, he pulled you through the hallway, blood pumping through his veins as all of the sound effects and screams followed them out. your eyes were tightly shut, not daring to open until you knew you were out of there. 

the oh so slightly warmer autumn air hit you like a truck when you finally got out. your eyes were almost bugging out of your head as you looked at meguru who had the exact same expression. the both of you were breathing heavily, standing there in stunned silence.

“you said you knew-”

“i know i did-”

“so how-,” you took in megurus disheveled state, his genuine look of shock in his face made you giggle. with the adrenaline still flowing through you, you both became a laughing mess, rethinking that just happened in the past 3 minutes. and when you looked into his eyes once more, you werent able to stop yourself from pulling him into a kiss. meguru was quick to reciprocate, holding wrapping his arms around you as your soft lips pressed into his. 

the kiss only lasted mere seconds before you both stepped back in shock. you felt your face start to heat up as his smile only grew wider. 

“woah at least treat me to a caramel apple first,” you laughed softly and meguru could have sworn he felt his heart do a backflip into a split when he looked at you. you took your hand in his, squeezing it once before dragging him deeper into the festival. “i lied actually im more of a funnel cake typa guy,”

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very much appreciated <3

[sirenmoth]

Monster Mash - Werewolf + Orc

CW: spit roasting, knotting, face fucking, rough oral sex, blowjob, hair pulling, mentions of cum eating, doggy style, bruises, knot, dry humping?. degradation, scent marking, scent marking via cum, mentions of animal death, mentions of somophilia, breeding, overstimulation, cockwarming, bite marks, threesome - F/M/M

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After what felt like hours, hours of blissful slumber, you groggly rolled over only to bury yourself into something soft and hairy, that was a quick indicator you were somewhere new, likely carried by the Satyr or retrieved from the hut by one of your partners while you slept. Trying to piece togther where based off your surroundings without opening your eyes, sleep still heavyily evident on your mind.

The faint sticky feeling of something wet is between your thighs, at first you think it's left over cum, but quickly notice it hasn't got the same gooy texture, it's not cum but spit. Opening your eyes to find yourself surroned in a sea of blankets and pillows, a very familair set of blankets and pillows, surroned in the soft furs and pelts covered nest beloging to your werewolf mate. The blankets and pillows, furs and pelts secured aeound you in a small wall, just high enough to stop you accidenlty rolling out in your sleep. The same woolen blanket you were wearing pior, the one with dyed strands of light blues and dusty pinks, sea greens and royal purples, sunset reds and oranges that blended togther into the blackened wool, creating the image of a nebula start cluster, draped over you seamlessly, the fluffy wool a welcoming feeling to your still bare body.

You asked your Werewolf mate to help you make the nest after a long and difficult rut, where your knees were bruised, sore and bloody from being bent over and dragged over the hardwood floor, helf in position for hours as you took his knot over and over. He was more than happy to help and provide you with the best nest possible, upset with himself your intimate moments left you with injured and in pain.

So he came back with diffrent blankets and duvets, quilts and pillows of diffrent sizes and shapes, textures and colours. The fur and pelts of animals he had hunted and killed, sometimes you'd receive the whole thing, comletly intact and still warm. Your Orc partner was more than happy take care of your Werewolfs kills, you added whatever fur or pelt to the nest pile, the rest went to that nights dinner and the Vampire. The Orc also added a few thigs he brought from his travles, sicne the two of them were more than happy to share you than the others, more willing to tag team you to render you brainless and sweaty pile of crumpled flesh laying in the middle of the nest by the time they were done, overstimulted and unable to move a single limb.

Turning over in the equivalent of an oversized california queen bed, you strech, allowing your limbs to gain some relief, hearing your joints click and pop as you do, the movements stirred the sleeping pile of fur nest to you, flufft pointy ears perked up at the sound of you waking, tail wagging in joy.

Reaching over to pet your oversized puppy, you're met with immediate face lick once your had made contact with the Werewolfs fur, feeling the way his tails swishing back and forth against your leg, you hiked it up and on to his hip, trying to get as close to his warm body as possible. You feel the Werewolf press his muzzle against your head, resting it onit as he wrapped you in his arms. He was always a cuddly one, loved physical affection and having you close, he was a giant puppy and loved being called as such.

He rolls over, pinning you under his weight, you readjrest you had to behind his head to countine scarcting. The Werewolds hind legs starts kicking at your movements, effectivley casuing himself to hump agaisnt you, his cock slowly starts poking out its sheath. Whimpers and soft moans echo from the nest throughout the room and into the hallway, as you continue to scratch he continue to hump, his emerging cock hitting your clit in all the right places.

With his tail wagging and leg violently thumping, it was creating the prefect rhythm to get you wet and needy, you start to grind your hips in time with the Werewolfs humps, barely audibale moan into his ear, fingernails still scraching away behind it. Smiling as your Werewolf mate starts to lick your face again, then your neck, then starts to nip at your skin like a teething puppy testing out a new toy.

Suddenly, you're flippe over, your knee digging into the soft floor of the nest, your mate now grinding against your ass, front legs pressing down onto your shoulder to get you into his favrioute postion to breed you, face down and ass up, your face turned to the side to look at him over your shoulder. Locking eyes with the Werewolf, you can see the fiery lust burning in his eyes, his mount upturned into a snarl to expose his canine teeth, the Werewolfs cock slips between your thighs as he mindlessly and wildly humps away. Bouncing you agaisnt his dick like a peronal, living fleshlight.

You're both so caught up in the throes of pleasure you fail to realsie the door to the shared room opening and heavy footsteps walking through the doorway, it wasn't until a large and pale green littered in battlescars grips your chin, carassing it as it makes you look up. Your orc, back early from his travels. "Can't leave you two alone, can I now?" He mocks, watching you try to swallow your moans in shame at being caught, violently being thrusted forward by the momentum of being grinded and humped by the large, hairy beast beind you.

"Can't help it," the Werewolf whines, stopping his movements momentarily to grab his cock and guide it into your dripping hole, slipping his swollen and aching into your cunt, barely getting more than two inches in before he starts back up, pounding away with abandon, not even pulling out before pushing back out, effectively rutting into you like a wild, rabid dog in heat, his knot hitting your cunt over and over, his low hanging sack swinging wildly, occasionally slap against your clit, sending shockwaves through each time they made contact.

You can barely get any words out, choking on your own moans and spit, the Orc still has hold of your chin, watching as you go cross-eyed each time your mate hits that sweet spot inside you, droll runs down your chin. The Orc laughs, pulling you up by your chin as, forcing you into your hands, squishing your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, bringing you towards the barely hidden bulge behind the animal pelt loincloth.

The Orc runs your face along his concealed dick, humping in opposite tandem to the Werewolf behind you, watching you try and suck his fat cock over the cloth. "Aw, does our little mate want my massive Orc dick down their throat?" The Orc mocks, "such a whore for us, a pathetic human wasn't enough to satisfy your dumb needs so you slut yourself out to us." One hand pulls you away while the other moves the loincloth, exposing the leaking tip, to which you immediately try and lick, only to be stopped.

"Gone dumb on monster cock already, you've already forgotten your manners. What do we say, whore?" The Orc sneers down at you.

"Please, can I suck your cock?" You reply, staring up with doe-eyes.

A loud sign before your shoved down the girthy, slightly darker green member, choking as it quickly hits the back of your throat. The Orcs runs his fingers through your hair before sharply pulling, guiding you up and down with little effort as your thrust forward, taking more of his dick anyway by the pussy-drunk Werewolf fucking himself dumb on you. A loud growl rings out, claws digging into your hips in the same locations as the Satry did, only then did you remember about the puropsly brusies he left behind for the others to find.

Back and forth, back and forth. Always stuffed full as both monster boyfriends barley left the respective holes they claimed, tears ran down your face from the tight sensation on your scalp in the Orcs grips and his cock abusing your throat, the Werewolf abusing your inside with rapid thrusts, claws finding prurchase on your hips to pound int your harder, like its the last thing he'll do, his pelvis hits your ass, still sore and red from your hime with your goat-hoafed lover. Spit an pre drips down your lips and on to the plush bedding of the nest below, muffled screams and moans get caught in your throat as you gag, your mind trying to comprehend what's happening.

"Such a pathethic cockwhore," The Orc laughs, "Letting us fuck you whenever and whereever we please, you like being a cumslut, don't you?" He laughs, "Our useless cumslut." He knows you can't reply and finds joy in that while the Werewolf bruises your hips further with his hands and claws and ass his with pelivs from the excess and rapid movements, chasing his own pleasure first. Your orgasm crashes into you, when did it make an apperance? You shake and squirm as best as you can in your death-grip like hold as your climax washes over you.

Time goes past, how long as it been? More orgams are rung out of you until the bedding is soaked in your slick, knees burn from the friction of being pulled between the two cocks, troat and pussy soar. Still implied on your mates cocks, the Orc shoves your head down as far as you'll go, grinding agasint your face, nose pressed agasint his pelvis, spilling his warm seed down your asosthagus, forcing you to swallow al of it, some esacping through the corners of your mouth and run down your chin, your Orc scoops it up with his thick fingers and wipes it on your face and in your hair. The Werewolf wasn't far behind, howling loud enough to lightly shake the room as with one final hard thrust, his knot breaches your gummy walls as he bites down on the already placed mate-mark on your jugualr, belly slightly bulging from the excuess of cum, the Orc does the same thing, scooping up what spills out and smear the Werewolfs cum over your sweaty and brusied body.

You lay there trying to catch your bearings, head on your Orc lovers thigh and hair mattered, your breath fans over his softened cock, the other one still deep inside you, each time you clean you can feel the thick knot throb from stimulation, still buried deep, forcing you to warm his still hard cock. The two monsters chat ideally above you, the Orc running his fingers mindlessy through your hair, now lovingly detangleing it with his calous fingers as the Werewolf rests his chin between your shoulder blades, tired and catching his breath from the previous activities but not tired enough to sleep and you know once that knot goes down, their both going to want a round two.

So you lay there, warming your Werewolfs mates cock, eyes closed as you breathe in the scent of your Orc partner. A few minutes nap sounds lovely, even if their both gearing up again, the cock inside you twiches and the one in front stards to stand at attenton. Well, it wouldn't be the first time they've used you in your sleep.

[dissociation-station123]

Fallen

First time writing a monster type fic!! I hope it is enjoyable! This was written specifically for a Monster Mash collaboration event created by @nanamiscocksleeve

Thank you so much for allowing me to participate!!! Appreciate all who read!!

Love and Deepspace:

SylusXFemReaderXZayne-With a monster twist revealed at the end! 😆

Warnings: Corruption; Oral; A small taste of sadistic Sylus;

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The sun was slowly disappearing, the remaining rays coating the area in front of you in a beautiful deep orange. A cool breeze caressed your skin. The leaves were now changing colors. A gorgeous scene. You sip on a hot cider, burning your tongue slightly. It should be relaxing but a heavy sigh escapes your lips instead.

“Rough day sweetie?” A voice interrupts your internal frustrations. You look up from where you sat on your porch. Your neighbor towers over you with a bottle of whiskey in hand. Those reddish eyes are always playful no matter the topic.

Behind him stood your dark haired neighbor, he looked at you from behind the other man’s shoulder emotionless. Yet his steady gaze always seemed to bore into your soul each time you met, judging you.

The two men moved next door about a year ago. When you first saw them together you had to do a double take. Their beauty was otherworldly. Both of them were tall and built like professional athletes. The contrasting hair caught your attention, one had deep black the other a striking white.

Like the rest of the neighborhood you figured they would keep to themselves. You weren’t nosey so after the initial peek you went about your day. You assumed they would never interact with you.

To your surprise a few days later both men showed up with welcome to the neighborhood gifts. Zayne, the dark haired man brought a delectable dessert and Sylus, now up close you could not look away from the reddish tint of his eyes, of course a nice whiskey.

You made a teasing remark about how you were the one who should be bearing offerings since they were new here. They both glanced at each other as if communicating telepathically.

After a few seconds Sylus gave you an easy going shrug and Zayne a stern glance while holding up the bag for you to take. You opened your door and allowed them entry. Since then they always came over on Fridays to chat and catch up.

After your mind reminisces about how you became close to the pair, you hold out your hand for the bottle and Sylus chuckles giving it to you. Zayne, always statuesque, frowns. You twist the cap and take a long sip straight from the bottle. The burn causes you to wince but once settled the warmth blankets you comfortingly.

“I never quite grasp how if you do well at your job you're rewarded with more work.” You mutter feeling the irritation of your day surface once again.

“Mind if we?” Sylus motions at the two other chairs on your porch and you shake your head. They each take their place beside you.

“It’s good that they recognize your talent. Doing your best is never a bad thing.” Zayne says softly, you lift up the bottle for him to take but he shakes his head. His eyebrows pull together in disgust. You shrug and take another sip.

“Please!! That’s bullshit. That company just cares about the bottom line. You should quit.” Sylus interrupts a scowl on his pretty face. “Loyalty is for suckers.”

You groan, taking yet another sip, this one longer than the last. “I know I could but I have a lot of vacation days.” You always do this. Talk yourself out of change and risk.

“You earned those. You're a diligent worker. And your colleagues respect you.” Zayne adds his calm demeanor strangely comforting tonight.

“The owners could give two shits about you. They would replace you in an instant. You need to think about yourself.” Sylus glares over at Zayne and you laugh. Both of their eyes widen at the sound.

“I appreciate you both for attempting to make me feel better. I’m a helpless people pleaser. We all know I’m not going to leave.” You sigh, leaning into the chair and pulling your legs up to hug against you.

Both men look at you with a sullen expression. “Don’t look at me like that; you two.” You grumble hating the pitiful sight. The tension in your shoulder causes you to wince. Sylus leans forward his beautiful face to close.

“You know I could ease that stress right out of you sweetie.” His voice was low and seductive. You wish you could say you have grown accustomed to his flirtatious way but that tone still sent a shiver down your spine like a spell. You stare up at him stunned but eventually shake yourself free and smack his arm. “What?! I meant a good massage. These hands are magic.”

You look at his large hands and again your mind wanders to not so innocent thoughts. Those long fingers were almost unbelievable, the lengths they could reach. “Y/N…” Sylus calls to you teasingly and you snap out of your trance. “What were you thinking about naughty thing?”

“N-nothing…” you look away glad that he could not read your thoughts. The liquor was not the only thing making your cheeks heat up. “Shut up.” You grumble and choose a safer place to stare. Zayne looks at you, worry written on his face.

“Are you feeling well?” Zayne asks, reaching up and touching your forehead. You slap his arm away in embarrassment. His innocent expressions were always so damn cute.

“I’m fine!” You say a bit too loudly. Sylus chuckles at your behavior, deeming you guilty. You groan and lean back too quickly, you grimace at the pain that shoots up your back. “Maybe I could use a massage.”

Sylus’s expression brightens a bit and you raise an eyebrow suspiciously. “Sweetie don’t you trust me?” You shake your head aggressively and he chuckles.

“Smart.” Zayne speaks out his tone flat. You laugh and look over amused to see no expression.

“You all want to go inside. These chairs don’t help my back one bit.” You complain and both men nod in agreement. Their large frames hang off awkwardly. “See if there is a movie or something.”

You stand and Sylus leads the way. Before you can cross the threshold Zayne grabs your shoulder lightly. You look over to him and concern is etched on his features. “Did you eat?” He pointedly looks down at the liquor bottle still in hand.

You smile at him. Though he is not as up front as Sylus could be; you knew he truly cared. His actions were always endearing. You pat his shoulder in return. “Yeah I promise.” He simply nods, gesturing for you to enter.

You all have found a mundane comedy to watch as you lounge with Sylus on the couch. Zayne in the recliner, he always kept you at a slight distance. Sylus on the other hand has no comprehension of personal space.

“Let me…” Sylus leaned down to whisper into your ear. You glare up at him, to tired and exhausted for his teasing at this point. “Don’t look at me like that sweetheart. I promised a massage. Let me deliver on that.”

You study, glancing up into those deep red eyes suspiciously. A fake pout decorates his lips but he is always persistent once he promises something. “Fine…” you grumble as he pulls you between his long legs as soon as you agree.

You tense up the moment his hands feel along your shoulder and down your back. “Relax… Just trying to assess what area needs the most attention.” He purrs and you shut your eyes to attempt to follow his instructions. “So much tension built up. You're a sorry case, love.”

You laugh as he chuckles along with you. “Would you say it’s pointless then?” You ask as his thumbs rest gently at your shoulder blades. You brace yourself for the pressure but he clicks his tongue at you as he softly pushes down and up.

“Never pointless.” He reassures you as you melt into his moderate ministrations, kneading upward to your neck. You let out the breath you were holding. “Good… finally relaxing.” Sylus cooes and you feel a lazy smile form.

He works out the knots with ease, you're practically putty now. his fingers glide along your spine as he continues to praise you. You try your best not to make a sound but the longer he kneaded and caressed the more difficult it became. You curse how touch starved you had become.

Sylus applies a strong amount of pressure onto the side of your hip and you gasp out loud. Your hands reach out to grab his thigh and his mocking laughter follows your reaction. “That was such a cute sound. Give me more…” His tone turns seductive and you swallow heavily.

His large arms encase you as his hands run along your stomach playfully. His fingers slide upward tentatively. “Sylus…” Your tongue felt heavy, your eyes drooping closed, and your mind hazy as you attempted to protest. He does pause from moving any further. A part of you so tempted to give in.

“There is no judgment from me, treasure. Just say yes and I’ll make you feel so good.” His voice was a lullaby, enticing and temptation personified. His touch felt amazing and it had been so long. You find yourself nodding and yet he does not move. “I have to hear you say it sweetie.”

“Yes Sylus! Please!” You whine and he makes a deep sound from his throat at your declaration. His large hands quickly slide under your bra, his thumb running along your already hardened nipples. You moan your head falling back against his chest. He hums pleased with your response. Pinching the buds to elicit another cry from your lips.

You want to bury your head in shame but you were unable to think. You make a pathetic sound when you feel him lean down to kiss along your neck. His tongue makes lazy circles on a patch of sensitive flesh. “I love how reactive you are being. It's been a while, hasn't it, love?” You nod, crying out for him. “Poor thing.”

His left hand kneads your breast as the other moves down your stomach again. Lower until his fingers slide under the waistband of your sweat pants. You whine lifting your hips for easier access. You grumble as he takes his time. You are too enraptured by the pleasure that you pull off your bottoms for him and he chuckles amused. “Please!” You beg looking up through lidded eyes and gulp at how his eyes have darkened with lust.

Your eyes remain locked onto his as his fingers slide lower, finally rubbing along your already wet folds. Your moan echoes across the room. “Do you not have any shame?” Stylus’s tone becomes a bit sinister as your eyebrows knit in confusion. He slowly inserts his middle finger into your cunt and your back arches.

“F-fuck…” you curse still a bit confused by his words. Your body begins to move against his hands slow and steady thrusts, longing for a sweet release. Sylus grins down at you, the hand that was stimulating your breast moves to take hold of your chin.

“Did you forget sweetie,” his thumb slides across your lower lip. “We aren’t alone.” Your eyes widen as he pulls your chin to look across the room. Your clouded mind had forgotten that Zayne sat across from you. Your heart races in panic and you squirm in Sylus’s hold.

As your vision adjusts you meet Zayne’s golden eyes. “Y/N…” He calls your name, it sounds almost painful and you cringe at the disappointment it holds. Yet there was something else there, was it longing? His perfect jaw was clenched tightly.

Sylus laughs, cruely at the situation, your arousal loud as he removes his finger from your hole and slides up to rub your aching clit. Your legs shake and you try to close them but Sylus chastises you. “It’s a bit too late for that. Let him see you fall apart for me. Look closer Y/N he is trying to hold himself back. What a good little Angel.”

You notices Zayne’s hands were wrapped around the arms of the chair, the wood creaking from the pressure. His whole body froze as his breath came out in short gasps. “Y/N…” he calls out your name again this time it was a whimper. “Why?” Sylus parts your lower lips, slick with your juices, giving him a full view. You watch Zayne’s breath hitch.

“You want to taste her, Zayne? Come on see what earthly pleasures feel like on your tongue.” Sylus collects your essence on his finger and sucks it off greedily, a groan escaping. You bit your lower lip enticed by the lewd scene before you. You look back at Zayne, a shiver travels down his body.

“It’s ok…” you surprise yourself when you invite him to join. You lift up your hand to beckon him towards you.

“You do not know what you are doing….” Zayne’s usual calm demeanor has been completely shaken. His voice low and strained as he tries not to move. “What will happen…”

Sylus pulls your shirt above your head and unclasps your bra in a quick motion. You're in his lap bared completely. Sylus roughly takes hold of your thighs and pulls them wider apart. You cry out desperate to be touched again. “Are you going to allow her to suffer?” He addresses Zayne in a dark tone. Zayne’s eyes widen at the sight of all of you. You hear him mutter what sounded like a prayer but your mind was overwhelmed by need.

“Zayne…” You whimper his name and he falls to his knees with a startled cry. “Help…” you call out and he crawls closer. His breath tickles your skin as he now hovers near your outstretched legs. Zayne, as if frightened of your body, slowly slides a finger down your inner knee. You moan at his featherlight touch in contrast to Sylus’s rough grasp on your thighs.

You look at Zayne, your lashes fluttering. With shaky arms you place your hand on his cheek and he leans into your grasp. “You can if you want.” You say comfortingly and you are confused when he curses you so sweetly.

“She is your new master. Worship and praise her.” Sylus says his voice is more of a growl and distorted. Zayne does not look away from but you see some type of inner struggle taking place within him.

“B-Blasphemy…” Zayne mutters weakly as your thumb softly caresses his lower lip. You feel his body tremble and a tear glisten at the corner of his eyes, you swipe it away. “S-Sacrilege…” He takes in every curve of your body with his icy stare.

“Zayne you don’t have…” Before you could tell him it was alright If he did not want to; his lips hungrily began kissing your inner thigh. You keen loudly and whisper Zayne’s name in praise. Sylus laughs sinisterly behind you.

Zayne is now possessed by the taste of your skin. His tongue lolled out sliding down closer. He pauses right next to your needy pussy, admiring the clear slimy liquid oozing out. “Please…” you beg him and he groans at the sound. No longer hesitating he shoves his mouth into your folds, caressing each dip and crease with his tongue. It was messy and you could tell he was not sure what to do but his vigor and desperate whines made up for the inexperience.

“You taste so good…” he cries out against you, he looks up, his face coated. “Divine…” he rambles still fumbling as he sucks greedily. Sylus nibbles at your ear still snickering at the sight of the man between your legs. He finally releases the hold he has on you. He moves back to pinch at your nipple, a sharp pain causes your body to jolt.

His other hand moves between your legs. Slylus’s thumb tracing your clit as Zayne loses himself, sloppy kisses with no accuracy, slurping wet sounds. With all the stimulation your mind begins to lose focus. You gasp when Sylus roughly and suddenly pulls Zayne’s head back by his hair. Zayne groans in frustration, snarling at Sylus.

“Focus! Stop being so selfish.” Sylus chastises Zayne’s feverish movements. “Suck here and watch how she reacts.” He lets go of Zayne and again his fingers tap against your clit, you whine.

Zayne watches your body shake and then nods in understanding. He wraps his lips around the small nub and sucks. You convulse and scream out, your body overreacting due to being edged. Zayne’s eyes widen at your violent response. His tongue is now sliding against the sensitive bundle of nerves, hoping to coax more from you.

“That’s it…” Sylus says as his fingers slide under his chin, lower until they probe your entrance. You no longer comprehend the sounds that escape your lips as he pushes them deeper past the ring of muscle. Zayne moans as he hears you blabbering, increasing his assault. “Good…” you reach out and your fingers entangle into Zayne’s hair as you buck up to meet Sylus’s finger as he adds another.

“You both are so adorable.” Sylus says condescendingly but you hear the rasp in his voice, dripping in pure desire. Your entire body is now tensing up, you were close. Your vision spots and back arches in an awkward angle as you ride against both Zayne’s mouth and Sylus’s expert fingers.

The moment Zayne moans and the vibration shoots up your spine, Sylus curves his finger stroking your spot viciously. You had never felt this before, it was almost too much. You no longer had control as you screamed both their names at the top of your lungs. Your cunt gripping his digits and releasing over and over milking them desperately, your head flys back, ears ringing, as the otherworldly orgasm crashes over you.

You try to breathe to maintain your thoughts after the shock. You feel Sylus slowly remove his fingers but Zayne is still making out with your clit, you whine and attempt to push him away, overstimulated. Your eyes finally adjust, before you could scold Zayne, you cover your mouth at the glorious vision that greets you.

Sprouting from Zayne’s back were massive white wings, majestic and awe inspiring. “What.. mmm Zayne please…” He still lapped you up groaning at the flavor of your cum. As he humps the couch cravenly, you gasp as the feathers begin shifting from the stark white to a deep charcoal.

You are startled by Sylus’s voice in your ear. You watch as he strokes Zayne’s now changed wings, Zayne whimpers as his fingers dance across. “I came for your soul but instead your essence made an ally from my greatest enemy. He has finally fallen from grace.”

You turn to question Sylus and you are frozen in place by his appearance. He wore his usual cocky mischievous grin, his canines protruded into actual fangs. Tall horns decorated his head, a deep shade of brown contrasting his white hair, large spirals. His already large frame seemed to have doubled in size. You flinch as a tail wraps around your thigh. “You are something special. I’ll make you mine like you made him yours.”

[void-wolfie]

Carving Commotion

summary: You go over to Jenna's for some halloween fun

pairing: Jenna Ortega x gn!Reader

tw: none really? light mention of knives for pumpkin carving but thats it (if i'm missing something let me know so i can fix/add)

words: 1.09k

a/n: Happy Halloween guys! i did this at the last minute if i'm honest. only did light editing and proofing so there might be some mistakes lol.

You pushed the doorbell in with your elbow, hearing the familiar sound echoing from within the house. You barely even had to wait thirty seconds before the door shot open, your girlfriend standing on the other side with a blinding smile.

You noticed her eyes excitedly jump down to the two pumpkins in your arms, her smile growing wider if that was even possible.

"What're you staring at, Ortega? My eyes are up here," You joked, smirking at your girlfriend's exasperated expression.

"You're late," if she rolled her eyes any harder, they would've rolled right out of her head, "just, get in here already."

Despite the jokes, both of you truly did love Halloween, it was one of the best times of the year. The two of you planned to spend the whole night together carving pumpkins and watching scary movies.

As you walked through the house you noticed all the decorations set up. Fake cobwebs adorned with plastic spiders hung in the hallway, fake bats hung from the living room fan, caution tape littered doorways, and The Monster Mash played quietly in the background. She really does go all out for Halloween, you thought to yourself.

Jenna helped you put the pumpkins down on the kitchen counter. She grabbed out the soap and a scrubby brush and told you to clean off the pumpkins in the sink, which you happily obliged.

You got lost in thought while cleaning off the pumpkins. You were excited, you couldn't stop thinking about what to carve. Should it be something elaborate and scary? Or maybe something simple and cute? Maybe a mix of both? It was your first Halloween with Jenna after all, and you didn't want to scare her off with your excitement.

By the time both pumpkins were done and washed, you turned back around to find the kitchen table covered in trash bags and Jenna setting the table with a handful of carving knives.

"Carving pumpkins isn't just some elaborate excuse to murder me, right?" You joked. Once again you saw her eyes roll, but the smile on her face told you she was far from annoyed.

"I could never kill you, you're too cute for that," She looked over at you and winked. The gesture alone made your knees wobbly and your stomach twist into knots.

Jenna refused to show you what she was carving into her pumpkin. You could see her eagerly getting into her drawing, her eyebrows furrowing in the cutest way while her Sharpie moved wildly in front of her. It’s a surprise, she insisted.

You decided that if Jenna could get so excited and into her pumpkin carving, so could you. You drew up the best pumpkin face you could think of, sharp gnarly teeth, and slanted eyes. The design wasn’t as good as you normally drew, but you chalked it up to the cute brunette across the table distracting you.

Once you had decided the design was good enough, you picked out a knife and started cutting away. You started with some of the bigger details, watching as the big knife cut through the pumpkin like butter.

It felt like forever, carving out little bits at a time, and you were covered in pumpkin guts up to your elbows. But finally, you were finished!

“Done!” You shouted, setting the knife down and jumping up from your seat. You looked over at Jenna to see her giggling at you, but you didn’t mind, you liked the sound of her laugh.

“Can I see yours now?” You asked, excited to finally see what the surprise was.

“Sure, love,” She smiled, getting up from her chair to turn her pumpkin around so you could see it, “I finished a few minutes ago anyway.”

She spun the pumpkin around to show a more traditional-looking jack o’ lantern. It had big triangle eyes and a toothy grin. Even though it wasn’t scary it still seemed much better than yours. Somehow hers looked perfect, and yours looked terrible.

“Wow…” you hadn’t even realized you said it till Jenna's face lit up, her smile growing brighter than the full moon on a cloudless night. You’d say it a million more times too if it got her to smile like that again.

“Come on baby, let me see yours,”

You spun your pumpkin around, albeit a bit reluctantly. Hers was so much better than yours, she was going to laugh at you for sure. Yours was a bit more on the scary side, pointy teeth with sharp fangs and hooded eyes, though it wasn’t very good.

You waited for the laughing, but it never came. Instead, she looked impressed… like really impressed. “Baby, that’s amazing, I love it,”

You were shocked. She had to be lying, right?

“Really?”

“Yeah baby, it's perfect.”

You rolled your eyes, attempting to hide the smile that crept up on your, “I mean, it’s alright, but it’s nowhere near as good as yours.”

She could tell you were joking around, but she decided to play along. She gasped, feigning shock, “What? Yours is like twice as good as mine,”

“Oh, well now I know you’re lying to me,” You joked, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

“What? I would never!”

“Liar!” You all but shouted it, faking an upset look. You crossed your arms and looked over your shoulder pretending to pout.

It was silent for a second. Then something slammed into your chest, smacking back down on the table.

You looked at your chest, then the table… She had thrown a handful of pumpkin guts at you.

“Why you little-” You grabbed the lump she had thrown at you and tossed it back with a smirk. She ducked at the last second and the pile landed with a wet splat against the wall.

You saw her laugh, then she started reaching for the bowl of guts in the middle of the table.

“Oh no you don’t,” You reached as fast as you could, both you and Jenna grabbed the bowl at the same time.

Fifteen minutes later, you were both covered head to toe in pumpkin guts. It covered the walls, the floor, and the table. Some made it as far as the living room, but most of it clung to you and Jenna. It was agreed that you’d both have to shower and clean up before any movies could be watched. But despite the mess, and the feeling of pumpkin strings down the back of your shirt, you already knew this was your favorite Halloween yet.

[rosedere]

Murder Mountain

(Yandere Azul ashengrotto x Afab reader)

Modern Au

TW: Dark Content, Attempted Murder, Harassment, Non Con/Rape.

Cross Posted on AO3.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (you are here), Part 6-

We could take some Georgia peach

To a peak

Where the sunset's better

We could die little deaths

In the hills with no regrets

-

Quietly walking back to the master bedroom, you could feel the steam from the warm water begin to surround your. Flushed face. The steam swirled around you in heavy clouds, the condensation making the cabin floors slick.

Gee, how hot did he need the water to be?

Treading carefully through the mist forming you walked into the bedroom once more, a jolt of repulsion thick in you get as you saw the bed.

Azul was nowhere to be seen in the room, as you glanced back to the doorway, thankfully, you could hear his movements still in the bathroom from the cracked open door leading to the immense steam building up.

Inhaling you began to creep on your toes towards your destination. Readjusting your grip on your baseball bat, letting your fingers move in a comfortable position you could vizualize a target in the middle of a sandy lot, the familiar beige bases in front of you just like old times.

Step

 

"(Name), are you there? The waters warm,” Azul's voice echoed off the walls of the cabin.

Duh, I have eyes idiot

As you pushed the bathroom door, you noticed it was a bit larger than what you had initially observed earlier.

The interior was reminiscent of a rustic farmhouse; the double sink and mirror were directly in front of you, while the milk-painted cabinents were next to the claw-footed tub and shower that sat next to a small window adorned with checkered print curtains. Just as you remembered them from the last company retreat.

You almost jumped with a start when you immediately saw Azul's half dressed back facing you, he seemed he was idly shifting through his bag, presumably looking for something.

Step.

“(name)... If you have a bit of energy maybe we can... Resume where we left off ” Azul purred, still looking through his bag.

Step.

You raised your bat and closed your eyes.

Concentrate.

“(Name)?” Azul spoke up softly.

Step.

He stopped russling in the bag. His back stiffening. You only stood in place inches between each other.

Get him.

Running, you swung with all your might against where you imagined his knees would be giving him seconds to turn towards the ambush. The sickening crunch was all you heard as you slowly opened your eyes to witness Azul's horrified expression from the hard bat connecting with flesh before he quickly folded into himself in the corner between the tub and sink.

Azul's scream was piercing as it echoed through the wooden cabins enough to make your ears ring.

You didn't care anymore, though.

Each cruel swing to his knees made a sickening sound, akin to mashing a pound of meat.

All you saw were the splintered bones and pulpy flesh that were formerly his legs reveal themselves below you.

The primal screams he made were music to your ears. It was worth all the pain you've endured to hear the monster die.

Bringing your bat down remembering everything he did to you with a fury.

-

Your business in the mountains was complete.

He was certainly, at worst, going to lose his legs, and at best, he broke them from the shins down. Nothing that couldn't be fixed after all..

Yet As you stared down at the defeated monster, twisted legs and barely gasping out words you didnt care to listen to.

A voice in your head began to arise within you:

Finish him.

Smiling to yourself as you looked around you, his bag from earlier opened, your eyes caught a glimpse of a pair of long shaving blades laying neatly on top of the milky cabin.

You dropped your bat taking slow steps to the sink.

Grabbing the razor blade off the sink you only looked and examined the blades remembering the way the cool metal felt on your fingers, glancing back down at the pathetic monster whimpering and holding what was a compound fracture to his kneecap you faced him the blade resting between your blotchy red stained fingers.

A wail brought you out of your stupor.

"Please,(Name), stop!” He screamed at the top of his lungs gesturing to you with his free hand.

"My keys are in the other room and my phone" snot dripped from his nose and fat glops of tears fell onto his soaked shirt full of water and dirty red brown stains.

The monster was still fighting back.

“I-I love you, (Name)” he cried out as you loomed over him with the blade still feeling it on your fingers.

"I can give you whatever you want Dearest"

 

A rage consumes your body, causing you to finally...

Snap

You furiously lunged at him, going straight for his face slashing and trying to hack it off for, god knows, how long.

Maybe 150 times? That's when you stopped counting.

Eventually, the screams and wails died down.

And The blade broke in your saturated red hands.

dropping to the ground with a light thud.

It's over.

A smile began ebbing onto your face; you hadn't realized this was the first genuine smile in three years.

You stood up from the crouching position you had acquired, unaware you were in front of the foggy mirror from the continuous splashing of water from the tub faucet.

Slowly, you turned to face the new person you had become.

You were a piece of art- with vermillion reds mixing into the white cotton of your t-shirt, making pink blooms arise onto your body and leggings, Blood decorating your hair and neck in a deep crimson that eventually dripped down, creating additional splotches into the fabric.

Your lavender-colored leggings were sickly crimson, matching your top with the same shade of dark brown and bright reds.

The mirror showed your victory of slaying the monster.

Before leaving the bathroom, you turned the water off.

The bathroom was now silent, peaceful even.

Grabbing what remained of Azul's legs, you tugged them harshly dragging him out of the room, the colorful streak of blood leaving a trail behind his mangled body.

As you exited unceremoniously, you stopped remembering your items. Gingerly dropping his pathetic legs you went into the room containing your bag for the most crucial part of the plan.

Finally making it through the threshold you began your journey up the Mount Evergreen Trail to the top of the mountain.

-

The trail was illuminated with a beautiful gold color, making you look like you were lit within with fire. The trees and rocks looked like they were made of gold, along with the beautiful trees you could see below.

Setting off a while ago, you seem to have lost track of the time, you estimated it would take at least a hour, but you painfully didnt estimate that dragging Azul and not a bag of potatoes up the trail would add to your time significantly.

Passing a few rocks shelves overlooking the tall redwood trees and the ravine below showing the valley signalling you were halfway to the top was when you heard something.

At first, you ignored it assuming it was the various deer coming out to bask in the cool evening air and kept dragging Azul's broken body up the trail, trying to move as fast as you could before any hikers would run into you.

Only as you tugged on his legs maneuvering past the rocky trail it started sounding like a groan from...

A loud groan belted out of Azul in front of you, sounding raspy and pained.

You stopped to listen.

“(Name)...”

It was so soft, you would have missed it if you didn't stop dragging.

No way.

You drop Azul's feet to look at his eviscerated face, opened by the numerous cuts.

Azul's striking eyes were opened showing the light ice blue irises under the sunlight.

He was alive.

But barely.

His crimson-stained face looked up at you, disoriented as it seemed his eyes tried to focus.

Shit the pain must have made Azul pass out.

“Help me,” he whispered disoriented, holding onto his consciousness.

You just stared owlishly at his unmoving figure as it began to tremble.

A loud moan of pain was heard from him again as he stirred in the dirt below him as if he was trying to get up.

He looked pathetic.

You have to win.

Beside his neck your eyes saw a decent-sized rock with a sharp enough point.

You reached over his writhing form, about to sit up grabbing a hold of the chunky rock.

Strike

...

Good.

You need to hurry before the sun is completely gone, after all no one would want to be stuck here after dark going down a dangerous cliffside by themselves.

Grabbing his obliterated legs you continued up to the peak of the mountain.

-

You happened to have only been on this mountain twice but the view was beautiful everytime you gazed down below.

Looking across the mountain, you could see the houses in the distance and other mountain systems that ran through the city on the otherside of the mountain face.

With a grunt you finally unceremoniously dropped Azul in the middle of the clearing at the lush mountain top with a dull thump to the red dirt below.

Standing over him was ironic; you felt a sense of pride looking at the fruit your labor produced.

His face and top of his head decorated in a gruesome scarlet crown. Since he was the self proclaimed king of Mostro inc anyway it would be fitting for the king to be ontop of the world as he died a cold, lonely, pathetic death.

Squatting down ignoring the fire in your thighs from the long hike, you let yourself lean over his unabashed ear.

You knew Azul wouldn't be able to hear you since he was dead, but a part of you wanted to pretend he could hear what was on your mind.

"Well, Azul, this is where we part, forever” you whispered softly into his ear.

Tucking a few stubborn strands in his disheveled hair, your fingers tried to fix his beyond destroyed glasses that lay on his perfectly still face, letting the glass rest on his cheek.

You let your fingers then find themselves trail across his face to his beauty mark near his parted red stained lips.

Tracing a small pattern you only smiled to yourself as you looked down.

"I'm sorry it had to be like this, but I think it's for the best, yeah?" You stopped tracing your lone finger on his beauty mark before letting it find a new area to mess with beside the corner of his lip.

"I'm in a bit of a rush, so I'll just leave you with this before I go back to my home with the love of my life waiting paitently for me" you chuckled to yourself.

Caressing his face, you let your lips ghost his bloodied ones, remembering the friction and texture of his opened lip before latching onto the top of his lips.

Parting from his open lips after a few moments you let your breath fan his cheek.

"Remember, I won Today"

Reaching into your bag you retrieved the final items you needed for your final leg of the trip. Grabbing your GPS and map, you realized your hotel was north of the peak.

Time to get a move on.

And never look back.

-

Thankfully, your calculations were not wrong for once.

Scaling the cliff and tumbling slightly down had saved you some time but unfortunately roughed your clothes even more than previously, looking up at the sky you saw the gold peach color disappear now the sky being replaced with the violet red and dark orange color in the sky.

After a while of hiking in the silence of nature to the outskirts of the evergreen sea of trees, you changed into your fresh new clothes packed just as youd put them in your bag.

You neglected the fact that it'd be cold this late in the mountains as you shimmied into your shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt.

Looking back down at the pile below you of your previous disgusting reminder of clothes made you recall you had to rid of your works of art before anyone saw them on you returning to your safe haven.

On your way down the winding road with nothing to reminisce about a small smoke trail caught your attention on the other side of the road you were walking briskly down.

Perfect .

Cautiously, you crossed, eventually finding the source of the fire. It seemed the metal can on fire was from someones camp fire, seeing no one in sight you tossed the clothes into the unattended fire before booking it out of there without looking back.

It was too perfect how everything lined up for you.

Too perfect.

-

Scaling the window you left open in the dingy bathroom was tough without a cable, especially because of how exhausted you were. After a few failed attempts, however, you got yourself through the window into the bathroom falling in with a ungraceful landing on the empty tile floor next to the toilet, banging your knee quite hard.

It had only been a several hours, but for you, it felt like it had been days since setting foot in the small bathroom.

Definitely, after you check on the room, you'll be ready for a warm shower.

Wash off the day from your skin.

Upon opening the door, everything was just as you left it; As you suspected, the housekeeper left your room alone letting you sigh in relief.

And thankfully, when they do come around to your room, you'll have already left for the evening.

You went immediately to your phone sitting on the charger against the mold green wall.

In your detailed plan this is when youd open the curtains alerting everyone you were in the room for the evening.

But your mind wasnt preoccupied with the curtains didn't matter.

Only he mattered.

Name ✨: Hiii, im back! It's been a while huh?

You placed your phone on the bed, going towards the window, but before you reached the bulky window a/c unit the familiar ding from your phone alerted you of a message.

Sugar: I'm surprised you still remember me, stranger 😘

Sugar: I miss you (name).

You could feel your heart swoon in your chest.

Name✨: I mean, we can always meet up!!! The company finally banned inter-relationships.

Name✨: We can meet tonight??

You placed your phone on the bed.

Getting up you looked at yourself; You're sure you could get away with wearing a casual outfit to meet him since he doesn't really care much about how you look, but you still want to look attractive...

Bzzt.

Sugar: Of course! Want me to pick you up at our usual meeting spot?

Name ✨: if you want to haha; remember we are free to hookup now ;)

Name ✨: Pick me up at 9 around the strip I HAVE to freshen up before we see each other.

Tossing your phone back down on the bed, you reached beside your bed for your luggage bag to start the short process packing your belongings.

When you glanced at your phone the time was already 8:30pm.

After neatly folding your clothes and bedding and putting the trash away, you paced back and forth trying to remember the last thing you had to do in your hotel room...

"Oh, I almost forgot.”

The curtains.

You went off to the window and pulled the cheapo vintage tacky flower patterned curtains back without a care.

As you did this, however, a blonde woman in a black dress passed your window, making brief eye contact with her.

You both stared for a moment before she carried on down the opposite staircase below to the parking lot.

Awkward.

You walked away from your window towards your luggage trying to find a fresh pair of undergarments and a nice blouse you packed for work.

Nothing could ruin your night.

Going back to the bathroom with your phone in tow, you turned the faucet on hearing the water fall fast into the drain, looking on your phone you selectes your favorite music app turning on your favorite playlist: Date night <3 playlist

Perfect

Stripping quickly you took your clothes off quickly getting in to wash your hair and body.

When you reached for the small bottle of cheap shampoo that came with your room, you swore you heard noise outside the outdoor hallway.

It was hard to decipher between your music playing and the echo of the bathroom. so You ignored it, taking the rest of your shower in peace.

...

Drying yourself, you started applying your minimal makeup, you didnt realize it had been forever since you wore makeup, choosing not to be harrassed by Azul for wearing lipstick at work you began to completely abandon the routine.

Smiling to yourself in the small mirror you grabbed your eyeliner, about to add a little eyeliner to make your eyes look more smoky you held the pencil up to the corner of your eyes.

But when you were about to glide the pencil over your eyelid...

A scream; very loud and guttural was unmistakenly heard.

You turned around towards the window.

Packing your makeup and dirty clothes into your luggage you closed the bathroom door, dressed in your pencil skirt and blouse and small kitten heels hurrying towards the currently open window.

Only as you bended over the A/C to look out in the now dark concrete hallway you saw...

Nothing.

Backing away from the window your sense of dread came back.

You weren't sure if you should go out and look at the source or keep minding your own business inside.

Shaking the feeling you went back to your date-night routine, finishing spraying yourself with your favorite perfume on your wrist, ignoring the bad feeling in your stomach.

As you grabbed your things and luggage, ready to go downstairs to finally end this weekend of misery, you heard more of a commotion outside getting louder and louder below. Finally gathering the courage to look outside the window you leaned over once more

But nothing again.

Hesitantly, holding onto your luggage and bag tighter you left the key to the room on the bed like the Pamphlet had told you for when you checked out, you walked out of your room with your car keys between your knuckles, ready to open your car immediately.

Mentally thankful you parked right below your room.

Closing the door you were in the concrete hallway about to turn to the left side of the corridor.

That's when you heard it:

“Someone help! I think he was mauled by a bear!"

“Just keep the cloth around his legs; the ambulance is almost here”

"I think he came from the woods back behind the motel!"

No way.

The sound was coming from the staircase you had to go down to get to your car.

Leaving your luggage against the concrete railing, you silently walked to the landing of the staircase where the voices were heard below.

Creeping over the ledge you immediately gasped.

Two women who were dressed to go out were at the base of the staircase: One was in a green dress that was now painted in dark sploches of blood and was holding a phone to her ear with panic in her eyes, The other Blonde woman was in a black dress, holding a black strip of cloth around something, and looked panicked out of her mind.

And right between the two women, leaving a red trail of blood, you could make out familiar strands of seafoam gray hair you had remembered caressing ontop of the mountain.

You backed away.

Do you go back to your room?

No, they might get here and ask everyone questions.

You can walk to the other staircase on the right side of the motel, but you might be suspicious walking that way and not going down to help...

It was obvious your choice was to just wing it and get out of here. Slowly backing away from the scene you turned and nervously sped down the long walkway to the staircase you had to get to.

As you reached the bottom of the staircase, you could hear the approaching sirens.

Shit.

You hurriedly grabbed your things hastily resting on the wall, almost falling down a fee steps as you fell down the last step throwing your things in the trunk of your car.

You didn't care anymore; you just wanted to get out of here.

Speeding off into the night faster than you'd ever thought you could drive turning occasionally to make sure no one had seen your car.

After a couple of moments in traffic,you make it to the strip, as everyone in the city called it.

It must have been a coincidence.

There is no way he could have gotten down the mountain—no, impossible even.

He was dead when you left, and you felt it when he didn't respond to your touch. You almost passed a stop sign with how fast your mind and heart was racing.

Shit, you needed to calm down.

You parked a bit further from the initial meeting spot by the tiny park.

Trying to concentrate on anything else but that incident at the motel. You reached in your glove compartment for your mirror, reapplying your makeup so it would calm your nerves. Something familiar...

Knock

Knock

Jumping you almost broke your mirror before you peeked at your drivers side window.

You sighed, rolling down your window.

“You almost scared me!” You chuckled smiling up at him.

"Well, you looked too cute. I couldn't wait forever for you to put your makeup stuff on,” he blushed. You smiled back at him and got out of the car, immediately embracing him.

Craning your neck you kissed his neck and face.

“I never want to let you go,” you murmmured into his expensive suit.

"Well, your wish is my command,” he says, holding you in place besides him.

Nuzzling yourself into him to ground yourself, and you were beginning to forgot the trauma you experienced. Your worries were just about to melt completely away until a continuous buzz was heard from your date's jacket.

“Thats weird… I never get calls this late on my work phone"

Still holding you, he reaches with his free hand into his jacket to fish his phone out and answer the phone.

You felt your stomach churn.

"Yes hello?"

"What happened?"

“He what? Oh my gosh, that's terrible."

“I could never picture him being suicidal. Maybe he did fall off the mountain trail. You know what they say? It's a tough trail to travel on your own"

Your date held you closer nuzzling you with the top of his nose.

Completely missing the loss of color you had on your face as you heard his side of the conversation.

"Well, I guessed I could send something to his office just so they know he's on my mind; despite us not having the best relationship, I wouldn't want him to die, you know?"

...

"Yeah, talk to you later. Have a good night,” a small beep was heard as he hanged his phone up, pocketing his cellphone once more.

“Who was that, if I may ask?” You coyly asked, staring up at the large man in front of you.

"Oh, it was just my secretary; that Azul guy apparently was in some sort of accident in the mountains; but that's all my secretary was told,” he then waved his hand.

You felt your stomach drop.

“come on, let's get going. The reservation was specifically for 9 p.m; it's that one place you loved" he smiled, giving you a peck on the top of your head.

"You smell nice by the way honey bun"

He then grabbed your hand as an invitation to hold his hand as you walked to the restaurant.

Little did he know, right?

-

[nica-my-beloved]

Congratulations to Roger for his release! Here's a small story from me!🥳🥳

Genre: Short story, fluff, comedy

Characters appearing: Roger, Jude, Ellis, Liam, William, maid (NPC)

Roger's POV

It was midnight by the time I entered the Crown Castle. The surroundings were shrouded in darkness leaving no voices to be heard.

Only the cold breeze of the night caresses my face, cooling down my exhaustion.

(Today was really tough)

Click-clack sounds of my shoes echoed through the Castle as I walk, wiping my sweat dripping from my forehead and the doctor's coat I carry in my arms. I was coming back home after a busy day and working overtime at my father's clinic.

As soon as I entered the dining room for some water, I noticed one of the maids coming out with a tray and a smile. The enchanting aroma straight away touches my nose leading my stomach to grumble loudly.

(Oops...that was embarrassing. At least the maids here are deaf)

Feeling invited, when I sat down, the maid placed the tray in front of me and I get a full view of what's on it. The plate had a big piece of buttery steak on the center, with a crispy and juicy looking texture while the butter sizzles on top of it. Creamy mashed potatoes sprinkled with garlic and herbs on the side accompanied with a lustrous looking baked asparagus and lemon zest. The waves of heat and aroma of the fresh and delicious food made my stomach rumble again and again. It's as if the monster in my stomach is reading it's knife and fork to devour everything on the plate.

(Thank you)

I smiled and thanked the maid using sign language. She nodded briefly and leaves. I looked back at the food again and hastily picked up my knife and fork.

(Haa...the smell so great)

It's as if the rich aroma of the food relieved my exhaustion by 50%. I poked my fork on the juicy-looking steak, and slid my knife through it, cutting it swiftly. Eagerly and in anticipation, I closed eyes while bringing the tender steak towards my mouth-----

"Hey quack. Fix me up!" A demanding voice of Jude interrupts me.

"Sorry Roger, can you help me? I got shot on my leg." A sad voice of Ellis followed behind as if he was checking whether I'm unhappy or not.

"Hahaha...sorry Roger. I feel like my arm is going to dislocate. Can you save me?" A cheerful voice of Liam covered in fresh blood and holding his arm enters the room following Ellis.

But wait, it's not over yet....

"Roger, can you revive this guy? Apparently he died of heart attack at the sight of me before I could condemn him for his sins. Can you bring him back to life so that I could cut his head off?" William enters while dragging a body of dead man with a face of anguish.

"Haaa..." I let out an annoyed sigh as I placed down my fork leaving the untouched piece of meat stuck to it.

(Seriously...when do I actually get to rest?)

As soon as I got up in annoyance, the same maid who served me the steak, came rushing back in.

(Can you please take this away? I have work)

The maid giggles and nods before leaving me message in sign language.

'Call me after you finish your work. I can reheat it for you.'

(At the very least I'm glad that Victor told the maid to cook something for me when I come back to the Castle)

I let out a throat chuckle thinking about his daddy behavior waiting to be praised the next morning.

"Now you guys. In straight line, follow me." I said as I started walking towards my lab. I could hear their obedient footsteps but their voices are----

"I came first, so I should stand first in the line." Claimed Jude.

"I and Kate are going on a picnic tomorrow, so I should rest early. Sorry Jude, I know you're sad but please, just this one time, can you let me get treated first?" Ellis asks in a sad tone with a sad face.

"Picnic? Can I come too? Can I also bring Harry?" Liam asks while holding onto his falling arm.

"Yes. I'm sure this will make Kate happy too." Ellis nods.

"All of you will get treated as it's my job. I'm gonna wrap you all up tight you so you guys won't be moving for the next few days. No picnics, no partying and no killing. That's what you get for interrupting my dinner!" I roared while stomping my way down the lab stairs.

This story is inspired from my parents telling me how annoying it was for them to have their lunch while looking after the store. Every time they open their lunch box to eat, a customer would come in that exact minute to ask for something and they'd have to close their lunch box and attend to the customer. It's annoying because no customers would come to the store when it's not their break time. This leads them to not eating their lunch or eat their lunch cold.

I took this same idea and used Roger because I realised how hectic it is for him while working as the Crown's doctor. I saw a glimpse of it in the current running wedding event. So I made it into a comedy!

[ladylilithprime]

Day 13: Monster Mash

(Takes place in the same universe as Day 9.)

IT SOUNDED LIKE the start of a bad joke. "An angel, a werewolf and a hunter walked into a bar...." Dean wasn't quite sure what the punchline was supposed to be, but the set-up was right there, and if Sammy wasn't so damn tense as to be practically vibrating he might've said it out loud just to get his brother to relax a little. Dean wasn't putting any money on the angel being the type to get jokes; the guy looked more like a holy tax accountant than a heavenly warrior now that he wasn't practically blenderizing his way through a crowd of demons with that funky silver blade of his.

"I think this conversation is going to require some whiskey," Dean said instead. "Sammy?"

"Tequila bottle," his brother muttered, not looking up at all. Dean controlled a wince; time was Sam had been enough of a lightweight that a double shot of tequila would put him on the floor. These days that's what it took to get him even mildly buzzed, and the fact that he wanted the whole bottle said a lot about where the kid's head was at right now.

"Aaaand how 'bout you?" he asked the angel, who was looking around the interior of the bar with a detached sort of curiosity. When he realized that Dean was speaking to him, he tilted his head in confusion.

"I do not require food or a beverage," he said, which made Dean want to roll his eyes. After a moment's consideration, he did.

"You may not," he said as patiently as he could manage, "but Sammy says your meatsuit is still alive in there, and living humans do require food and drink, even just for comfort purposes when they're stressed out. So what does he want?"

"Fascinating," Castiel murmured, studying Dean with just enough intensity to make him want to squirm. After a moment, the angel continued, "Jimmy requests a dark stout if they have it and a 'Bloody Mary' if not. I assume he does not mean the spectral huntress."

"It's a drink made with vodka and spicy tomato juice," Sam spoke up, surprising Dean a bit. He'd thought Sam was going to be practically mute until at least the third shot. "No relation to the ghost class beyond the name."

"I see," Castiel hummed, switching that penetrating stare to Sam, who still wasn't looking at him at all. "Jimmy also wishes me to pass along his gratitude for your consideration of his presence."

"He's here and aware, so he's part of the equation," Dean said when it became obvious that Sam wasn't going to say anything. "Anyway, can y'all grab us a table while I grab the drinks?"

The question was more for Castiel's benefit. Sam was already moving towards one of the empty tables with a purpose, bypassing two others on his way. Dean caught the subtle flare of his brother's nostrils as he put his nose to work, his wolf side much closer to the surface with the full moon so recently passed, and decided that he probably didn't want to know what Sam was smelling on those tables to make him walk by.

Castiel was also watching Sam, and his expression was one Dean had trouble reading. "Will your brother feel safe with me at the table while you are not?"

"That's something to ask him, not me," Dean shook his head and turned away to head for the bar. It wasn't like he had an answer, either. Normally he'd say there wasn't anything his Sammy had to fear from anyone or anything, not with the wards on his pendant and the extra tattoos he and Dean had both gotten after meeting Loki in Ohio. Angels, Castiel in particular, were proving to be a whole other ballgame, and Dean just hoped they weren't gonna be a problem like the demons.

The bar did have a decent dark stout available, but Dean went ahead and ordered the Bloody Mary along with it as well as his whiskey and the tequila bottle. He ordered a couple cans of coke as well in case Sam managed to relax enough that the flavor got to him enough to want a mixer, and a double order of bacon cheese fries for good measure, and then took the little flag the bartender gave him and joined his brother and the angel at the table. Sam shot him a bitchface as he sat down, one of the newer ones that piggybacked off of "I know what you're up to" with an added "I can still hear your heartbeat from across the room, I know what you said", but he didn't verbally call Dean on it.

"I texted Henrickson," he said instead, making Dean's eyebrows go up. "Gave him the rundown on the situation and Jimmy Novak. He texted back to let me know that he'll check in on Jimmy's wife and daughter and feed them an easy to swallow story about an ongoing investigation that Jimmy got caught up in to explain his absence without worrying them further."

Well, damn. No wonder Sam had been so tight-lipped and standoffish with the guy. Stanford had given Sam the distance and therapist appointments he had needed to come to terms with the way he and Dean had been raised and make peace within himself over that and his wolfy nature, but it sure hadn't made him any more tolerant of deadbeat dads running out on the family that needed them, even with the excuse of helping save the world. It was one of the things Sam had quietly confessed to Dean as they had stood by the pyre watching John Winchester's body burn, and Dean couldn't even fault him for it, not with John's final words about saving Sam or killing him ringing in both their ears despite the words only being meant for Dean to hear.

"Good thinking, Sammy," Dean said out loud, nudging his brother's foot under the table. "Less stress on everybody once Cas here's done slumming it with us and can let the man go home again."

To his credit, Castiel appeared to realize that both Winchesters were now unhappy with him, though he didn't quite seem to grasp why. "Earth and humanity are my Father's finest creations. It is not 'slumming it' to be here rather than in Heaven."

"Great way to show your respect for those creations, dragging a man away from his family and overturning his life," Dean drawled when Sam just pressed his lips together. "What else do we know that does that, huh?"

Now Castiel was frowning at him. "Angels are limited in the vessels we can inhabit, Dean," he said severely. "We require consent from those we take to even do so, and we cannot inhabit the truly unwilling."

"So why not go for a coma patient or a fresh corpse?" Dean asked, scowling right back. "Even the demons can manage that!"

"Or maybe a priest or nun?" Sam asked quietly. "If you require a body with a soul still in residence for a vessel, why not someone who has already dedicated their bodies and lives to your Father?"

"We are also limited by the strength of certain bloodlines best suited to hosting an angel," Castiel answered, at least having the grace (heh) to look discomfited by the questions. "And then, there is the matter of how many members of the clergy are... ill-suited to the calling of serving Heaven. For one reason or another."

Dean exchanged a speaking look with Sam. "I'd say that's surprising, but..."

"We already knew Spotlight's exposé was just the tip of the iceberg," Sam finished, giving Dean the hand signal for "someone approaching". "Hazards of a haphazardly organized and aggressively egotistical religious doctrine."

Castiel was giving Sam that intent look again, the one that made Dean feel like he was trying to see inside his target's head. Dean hated having that look directed at him, and he liked it even less seeing that scrutiny aimed at Sammy.

"You were once a man of great faith in my Father," Castiel said softly, making both Sam and Dean tense. "Even after leaving your family, you continued to pray for their safety. You even prayed for the soul of the priest whose ghost you were required to deal with. And then you stopped, and no one could determine why."

"That one's my fault," said a familiar voice as a tray of drinks was set down on the edge of the table. "I told him no one up there was listening since, last I knew, you lot tend to ignore any prayers coming from the nonhuman crowd and barely gave any attention to human prayers as it was. This a private party, or is there room for one more?"

"Always room for you, milord," Dean drawled, nudging the free chair at their table out with his foot and giving the god a cheeky grin. "If I'd known you were coming, I'd'a ordered something for you, too."

"I'm covered, thanks," Loki said with an answering smirk as he spun the chair around to sit in it backwards and picked up the fizzy pink drink with what looked like six or seven maraschino cherries floating in it. Then he frowned and looked across the table at Sam. "You okay there, kiddo?"

"No injuries I couldn't heal myself," Sam sighed, which was about what Dean had expected him to say and a lot less worryingly misleading than his usual "I'm fine" would have been. "The demons still haven't figured out I'm not the man they expect me to be, and I'm starting to think the angels are similarly uninformed."

"You are way too much of a good boy for what the demons want you for," Loki agreed with an eyebrow waggle. He looked over at Castiel, eyebrows raised. "So... Castiel, was it? Is my favorite hunter right that the folks upstairs don't know about Sam's species reassignment?"

"You... how..." Castiel stammered, staring at Loki with very wide eyes. Damn, the angel hadn't even looked that freaked out when facing down the demons. Dean shot a look at Sam, but his brother was watching the two divine beings with a narrow, thoughtful look that was almost more alarming than the angel being freaked out.

"Thought I was your favorite," Dean joked to try and cover the awkward, giving himself a mental shake and setting to work distributing the drinks Loki had brought over.

"You're my favorite human," Loki conceded magnanimously, even as he kept his eyes on the angel. "Sam's my favorite hunter, though. And Castiel... used to be one of my favorite little brothers before I did a runner and got myself adopted by the Asgardians."

"Gabriel," Castiel whispered, and metaphorically blew Dean's mind.

"Gabriel," he repeated blankly, staring. "The Archangel."

"Guilty," the pagan god who was apparently actually an Archangel in hiding said, taking a sip of his Shirley Temple.

Dean shot a quick look at Sam, only to be brought up short by the complete lack of surprise on his brother's face. "Wait, you knew?"

"Guessed," Sam admitted with a shrug. "I figured he had to have some kind of firsthand insider information to talk about Heaven and angels to us with such assurance back in Ohio, but it wasn't that important at the time so I didn't put it together fully until tonight. He has the same petrichor scent around him that Castiel has, even under the candyfloss and hickory smoke scents, and 'runaway angel' makes as good an explanation as any."

"Figured me out just from that super sniffer, eh?" Lo-- Ga-- their patron said, eyebrows going up.

"The Archangel bit was a surprise," Sam said with a side to side waggle of his hand. "Which Archangel, though? Nah. 'Just desserts' isn't that far off from 'justice and mercy', which is what the lore says is your purview in conjunction with the whole Messenger of Heaven gig."

"Killing rapists and murderers and serving assholes a taste of their own bullshit fits with being the Messenger of Heaven?" Dean couldn't help but ask skeptically. He had no reason to doubt Sam - the kid was the better lore expert between them - but he was still trying to wrap his brain around the reality of angels versus the fluffy cloud-sitters playing harps and shit Pastor Jim had talked about. The look Sam shot him said he could guess what Dean was thinking, but he just shrugged and poured himself a glass of tequila.

"Sometimes Heaven's message isn't nice," he said, and threw back the whole glass in two long gulps as easily as if drinking water.

Dean shot a glance at... fuck it, he was calling the god Loki until directed otherwise. Loki was watching Sam with an admiring little smile that still managed to look sad, and Dean remembered how careful and gentle the god had been when laying down the devastating truth about a werewolf's chances of ever going to Heaven after dying. It was one of those things that had Dean seriously considering asking Sam to turn him, too, so they wouldn't be separated, and it was still in the back of his mind as an option even with them having pledged themselves to Loki.

Movement had him shifting his attention to Castiel, who had picked up the bottle of stout and was practically chugging it with a similar lack of reaction as Sam. Dean had to wonder if the angel was even tasting it, or if Jimmy was the one tasting it, or if it even mattered with the way they were sharing headspace. When the bottle was set down again and the angel reached for the Bloody Mary, Dean almost worried he was going to throw it back the same way. Instead, there was a very distinct shift in posture and expression and then Jimmy was the one lifting the glass and taking a long drink through the straw.

"Castiel's still processing," the man said when he had swallowed the drink. "I get the feeling he's even less used to questioning the authority and will of Heaven than I am, so this is kinda throwing him for a loop."

"Kinda the opposite, actually," Loki sighed. "Cassie was one of my favorite brothers because he was always questioning things. Him having a hard time now probably means he was sent for 'reeducation' a few too many times by Herr Michael in the time since I left. He hates it when any of the rank and file question orders."

"He's hoping you'll be willing to take him into your direct service," Jimmy said, after a moment of very odd facial expressions. "I'm just gonna assume you know what that means, and what he means by vessel alternatives since he and I agree that I should absolutely get back to my family."

"Oh, yeah, no problem," Loki said, waving a hand negligently.

The air thickened and twisted and then suddenly there was a second Jimmy... no, wait, that wide-eyed, shellshocked expression on the second Jimmy practically screamed "overwhelmed angel" to Dean's inexperienced eye. Sam apparently thought so, too, because he poured a second glass of his tequila and slid it across the table to nudge Castiel's hand. The angel fumbled a little with picking up the glass, but then lifted it to his lips and gulped down the contents. He coughed, blinking, then shook himself.

"That is very different from drinking from within a vessel," he rasped.

"So I guess I'll be telling Amelia that the FBI case was about me being mistaken for my previously unknown twin brother," Jimmy said, eyeing Castiel with something between concern and dismay. "That is... kinda freaky, actually."

"Doesn't have to be," Loki said with a shrug. "I made the body look like you for simplicity's sake, but once Cassie gets settled into it and familiarized with the controls, he can change it up to look however he wants."

"This does present the problem of how I am to deliver my report on my findings," Castiel spoke up, his body giving an involuntary shudder. "I cannot return to Heaven like this without being immediately sent to Naomi. Nor do I wish to return, but I fear who they might send to investigate when I don't."

"Well, there's an easy enough option there," Loki drawled, looking at... Dean.

"Come again?" Dean asked, frowning in confusion. What did he have to do with anything?

"Directed human prayer gets through to anyone," Loki explained. "Normally I wouldn't suggest you pray to any of those douchebags, like, ever, because they're no fun and don't appreciate your respectful irreverence like I do, but since you and James here are the only humans at this table...."

"Great," Dean sighed. "Okay, fine. Who'm I passing the message to?"

"Might as well try Michael directly," Loki said thoughtfully. "Just tell him about Sam's species change, that Cassie's handing in his resignation and off limits to Heaven, and that I say he can take his early Apocalypse plans and shove 'em up his noncorporeal ass."

"Early what now?!"

[mxnsterbabe]

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Monster match for Redrose on Kofi!

💞Kjell is a massive orc with big, wide shoulders and a delightfully buff, if slightly fluffy, build. He’s mean looking, with dark grey eyes and a permanently scowling face; but he’s a sweetie at heart. When he smiles, his entire face lights up with joy; and when he smiles at you, it’s like you’re the only person in the world he cares about.

��Now, Kjell has a touch of self-consciousness about the fact that he isn’t the smartest guy around; but he knows how much you appreciate him for other things. His kindness, his wonderful sense of humour, those are the reasons you adore him!

💞Kjell has so many hobbies too - he plays guitar and loves festivals, but he’s also into sports and gaming, and he knows how to cook.

💞The two of you met at a music festival, when two of your friends mashed friend groups together. He was a part of one group, you the other, and you two hit it off immediately.

💞So… while not an official date, as such, the two of you ended up sneaking off to do your own thing - mostly tasting the expansive menu from all of the stalls.

💞After, the two of you find yourselves at the front of the band, pressed up against the railing and screaming your lungs out to your favourite song.

The bass was pounding in your chest, and the air was alive with energy as you stood in the crowd with Kjell. His permanent scowl, accentuated by the scars on his face, gave him a fierce appearance, but his eyes were alive with joy, revealing the sweet, kind soul beneath.

"Ready to dance?" Kjell shouted over the music, his large hand reaching for yours.

"Always!" you yelled back, feeling a thrill of adrenaline as he pulled you into the dancing throng.

The two of you moved together, losing yourselves in the beat and the rhythm of the music. Kjell's powerful frame was surprisingly graceful, and his dance was filled with an energy that was infectious. You found yourself laughing and shouting, the excitement of the festival taking over.

The world around you became a blur of lights and sound as you danced with abandon, your body moving in perfect sync with Kjell's. You sang along to the lyrics, your voice mingling with his deeper tones as the music surged through you both.

The night wore on, and the two of you found yourselves at the front of the stage, the band's performance reaching its climax. Kjell's scowl had softened, and his eyes were locked on yours, filled with a passion and intensity that took your breath away.

As the final notes rang out, Kjell pulled you close, his face inches from yours. "This has been the best night," he said, his voice raw with emotion.

"It's not over yet," you replied, your heart racing as you realized what was about to happen.

He smiled then, a genuine, heartfelt smile that transformed his face. Then, without another word, he leaned down and kissed you.

The kiss made your lips tingle, your skin alight with excitement as you kissed him back. You felt Kjell’s arms around you, tasted the alcohol on his lips, and melted into him.

As you broke apart, the cheers of the crowd surrounding you, you looked up into Kjell's eyes, knowing that this was just the beginning of something incredible.

[imtrashraccoon]

Hello amazing people! This one might be a bit of a stretch but oh well...

Thanks to @scrambledmeggys once again for the prompts!

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day

Day 6: Coffee Shop

You filled the kettle up with water from the tap and set it on the stove to boil. With each passing day, you found yourself missing your favorite coffee shop more and more. While you weren't a religious coffee drinker like some people, you could appreciate a well brewed cup of joe. It was something special you allowed yourself every now and then.

While you could make yourself coffee, you tried not to once it got late in the day as the extra caffeine was never a good idea. Monster coffee also had a different flavour from any kinds you'd tried on the surface, but you weren't enough of a coffee snob to care. They did make good teas though, which was what you were preparing now.

You'd seemingly made a full recovery from the injuries you'd sustained from the fall over the few weeks you'd been here. This was probably thanks to the healing properties of monster food, which you were still completely blown away by. On the surface, you probably would've been confined to the hospital or at the very least on bed rest for a couple months. Then again, you weren't sure how bad your injuries had really been in the first place.

Unfortunately, your mind now turned to what you should do next. You'd promised to keep Frisk safe no matter what happened, but you'd also made another promise to yourself the day you'd fallen down here. That being, to get back to the surface or at least get Frisk back to the surface.

You hadn't mentioned it to Frisk but you'd had your doubts from the beginning that you two would make it this long. Then, you discovered Frisk's ability and your survivability had improved, but you didn't feel right relying on Frisk to constantly reset. It would be terrible for their mental health to constantly witness your death and you knew it already had affected them. Still, you wanted to do what was best for them and let them live a normal life again.

Suddenly, Papyrus was standing next to you and had reached over to remove the whistling kettle from the stove. You hadn't even noticed it was boiling with how focused on your thoughts you'd been. It was actually slightly embarrassing if you were being honest.

Papyrus proceeded to wordlessly pour the hot water into your mug as well as one he'd grabbed from the cupboard for himself. After setting the kettle down on the stove again, he slid your mug closer to you and added some sugar to his own.

You added some sugar to your mug and waited silently for the tea to steep. You didn't really know what you should say or if you should say anything at all. So, you just opted for a quiet, "Thank you," for the moment. Papyrus nodded, but he seemed to be having a similar problem as you, or maybe he just didn't feel up for conversation.

"oh come on, kiddo!" you heard Sans grumble from the living room, accompanied by the distinctive sounds of furious button mashing.

You peeked into the living room to find both him and Frisk engaged in what you thought was a game of Mario Kart, although you weren't an expert on retro video games so you weren't entirely sure which version it was. Maybe Mario Kart 64? Either way, they looked like they were having fun and you couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"Frisk Seems To Like It Here," Papyrus commented quietly.

Slightly surprised, you looked over at him. "I guess so?" You went back to the counter to remove the tea bag from your mug as it was likely steeped properly by now.

Papyrus put his hand on your shoulder when you turned back around and gently guided you to sit down at the kitchen table. He sat down across from you and took a sip from his own tea.

"Is That So Surprising?" he finally asked, his scarlet eyelights never leaving your face as he spoke.

You stared down at your tea and frowned slightly. He was right, Frisk did seem happier lately, yet you couldn't help but feel conflicted. They deserved to be free to experience all the things a child their age would, not being confined indoors all the time.

They should go to school to learn and explore the great wide world before it was too late. They should make friends their own age, not just weird adults. They should discover themselves and figure out what they wanted to do with their life.

It wasn't fair. You would do anything to give them the best in life. In fact, you would give up your very life at this point just so they could have a shot at being happy.

"I... I don't know what to do," you murmured. "You and your brother have been so kind but I worry for their future. It'll become suffocating for them as they grow up, don't you think?"

Papyrus frowned and leaned forward slightly in his chair. "If You Are Saying That You Think Frisk Would Be Happier Back On The Surface, There Is Something You Need To Know. It Is Impossible For Anyone To Cross The Barrier On Their Own. The Only Known Way Is If You Absorb A Monster Soul, Meaning You Will Have To Somehow Kill King Asgore. However, Even If You Could Kill Him, It Would Only Work For You And Not Frisk, Unless They Were The One Who Absorbed His Soul Instead."

The kitchen seemed to grow icy as he spoke and yet you couldn't bring yourself to look away from him. You swallowed thickly, feeling your palms grow sweaty and your heartbeat beginning to echo in the back of your skull.

"The Only Other Way Is If The Barrier Is Broken, But We Need Two More Human Souls Before That Can Happen And I Do Not Want You Two To Be Those Souls." Papyrus sighed and clenched his fists slightly before continuing, "You Were Able To Convince Me And Sans, But You Will Not Be Able To Just Talk To The King. He Will Kill Both Of You And You Will Not Be Able To Do Anything..."

"Why are you telling me all this?" you asked quietly. "We've always known the stakes but we pushed through anyways."

"Because, We Have Become Rather Fond Of Both Of You. I Am Suggesting That You Consider Staying Here More Permanently."

Papyrus hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I Want You To Stay, Rihanna. No, I Need You To Stay..." His eyelights quivered slightly and the tone of his voice was rough with emotion.

You stared at him, trying to figure out if you'd heard him correctly. There was something there that he hadn't said out loud. Whether he had the strength to do so or not, you couldn't decide.

"Alright, we'll stay..." you muttered. "I'm not making any promises though, okay?"

While he was right, you weren't fully convinced it would be as impossible as he'd made it out. Surely there was another way to get back to the surface...right?

[sgt-scottymoreau]

Minor Setback - CIAJ

Summary: Patience is a virtue they say, but for a long can someone remain patient when everything seems to stay still? Soap is about to face the consequence of impatient. Ghost just want him to stay alive and no be reckless for once. On her side, Scotty try to help them all while struggeling with more feelings.

Warning: None

Words: 4.6k // Part1 - Part 2 // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: I made some sketches/design drawing about this AU, I'll post them later!

Since that day, Scotty had been slightly more avoidant of Soap. Talking about what happened that night was out of the question. It wasn’t the fight in itself or the butterflies she had in her stomach for hours afterwards when she was in bed rethinking of their closeness. His hand on hers, his muscles twitching as he kept her pinned on the mat. That she could handle and accept. It was the idea, a crazy one, that he would see her as a potential third pilot. It was out of the question to be in control of the metal monster ever again. On top of this, she was already against the idea of letting one person her head, two? Never! Every time Soap would start even mentioning the possibility of drifting, she stopped him right here and there. 

“Do you want me to tell him to stay away?” Ghost proposed.

“No!” Scotty replied, planting her fork in the mash potato. “I don’t want him to be away. I just need him to let go of the idea that I would be somehow able to drift with you. Like… I'm a mechanic for fuck sake, I probably got lucky that night.” 

Bullshit. Ghost knew it was. He didn’t see the fight nor fought himself, but how Soap described it, it was obvious to him as well. Difference is he knew she had her reason to want to stay secretive and would let her. He was the same. “Talking of which, how are the tryouts going?” 

“Not so well. We have good candidates that are on standby for a potential three person drift. Soap’s condition is improving but… I don’t want to risk anything yet.” Ghost chewed on his food, jaw tense at the idea that it could all go wrong. “We are discussing maybe having Price or Gaz to see if the cadets can handle the new system.”

“That sounds like a good option. We finally finished removing all the interior of Tanker’s Conn-Pod. Tomorrow we should start rebuilding the motion center. It seems all is falling into place.” They both agreed on that. The more concrete some part of the project looked, the more hope they had that it would workout. 

Later that day, Soap was at the infirmary, sat on the bed, waiting for his brain scan result. It has been four weeks since the last one. Almost two months since the fatal accident. Fidgeting with his fingers, head down, he only hoped for the best. The doctor entered the room with the pictures and placed them on the light board. He pointed out a few parts with a smile. Soap was on a good slope. However, the doctor still restricted him to no Drift. The Scotsman held down the few swears and rage that was boiling inside him. If he was doing better, why did he still have to stay on the bench? He did his best to keep a positive attitude all the time, but this kind of news really took him down. He was so frustrated with himself. He left the wing ready to punch a wall. It was easy to say that he wasn’t ready yet, but what if he was? If they never connected him to the Neural Handshake again, no one will ever know. Obviously, they all preferred to play it safe. Soap was done playing safe.

Two days after his irrational decision, Soap wandered on the maintenance bay asking if anyone had seen Scotty around. Other technicians pointed to the cockpit. He found, deep inside what seemed to be the new skeleton of the motion system. He called her over. Scotty lifted her head and waved at him. She would be back up in a minute. A quick wielding work, climbed through the scaffolding and she was at his level. “What do you want?” 

“I was passing by and I was wondering if you would like to walk with me.” He smiled. Scotty frowned.

“Walking? Where? In town? Here?”

“Here. Well not here here, but around the dome… Look I just want someone to talk to that is not Ghost.”

“Oh, how come?”

Soap shrugged without really having any reasons. He just wanted to. Scotty told him that it was fine, she needed to get changed first. Her uniform was full of grease and not very comfortable to walk in after she just spent ten hours in it. That wasn’t a problem. They made a quick stop to her quarter and went on with a small stroll in the building. She mindlessly followed him, listening to what he had to say, commenting on some points, and kept him updated with her predictions when Tanker would be ready. The casual thing. She should have paid more attention to where he was dragging her because when the computer screens came into vision, Scotty’s mind went on high alert. Next to them stood a mock-up version of what was inside the Jaegers’s Conn-Pod on a much smaller scale. Soap closed and locked the door behind them. She turned around to look at him. “Soap, what the fuck do you have in mind?”

“Everyone tells me I’m not ready, now is not the time, it could be dangerous.” Soap walked to the computer and started to type some commands in it. “I say, I am.”

“No! This is a terrible idea!” He didn’t listen to her, grabbed the helmet on the stand and handed it to her. Scotty grabbed it still under shock. “Soap, don’t do this!”

“It’s alright! I’m not doing it alone.”

It hit her. He was planning to drift with her. Scotty placed the helmet back on the hook. “No, no, no! I’m not doing this, you are not doing. We are not! I won’t let you.”

“Too afraid to have someone in your head?”

“No! … Yes! That’s not the point! What if something bad happened to you?”

Soap chuckled, placing the helmet on his head. Felt a little tight, it has been a while. Scotty was having none of it. She headed back to the door, unlocked it but a hand grabbed her arm. Soap plunged his blue eyes in hers, pleading his case. Just this time, just once. If anything went bad, he would accept that he was not ready. She was upset and torn between the fact that he was right. There was no way to know till he jumped in the simulator. On the other hand, things could go terribly wrong. Soap promised that all would be fine. That and whatever he will find in the drift, he wouldn’t mention. She bit her lip. “Ok.” She let out.

Scotty walked back to the simulator, placed the helmet on her head. Soap had his confident smile, reassuring her that it would be ok. Scotty was not so sure about it. He pressed the button to start the countdown. 5… 4… 3… Scotty focused her mind on nothing. It was hard, but maybe she would be able to keep everything under control. 2… 1… The familiar sensation of falling back, to be absorbed into another dimension. Pulled through this strange tunnel and pushed back with such force. A farm with a family… Warm day in a land surrounded by green on top of a hill… Kids running on the football field towards the goal… These were Soap’s memories. 

Rainy days jumping in puddles… A father running to his kids in an army uniform… The smell of flowers on a new spring day… Her memories.

Scotty was pushed back to reality, her vision adjusting back to the room around them. Nausea caught her by the throat, she quickly took a few deep breaths. Her head felt heavy, like someone was crushing it strongly between their hands. She had forgotten how it was let someone inside. Slowly, she turned her head to check on Soap. He was standing, his eyes focused in front of him. His hands were holding on to the center panel between them. He pushed himself up, a little more steadily. They looked at each other and for a moment, they felt it. They connected. A quick glance at the screen in front of her, their waves were synchronized and stable. Despite the pounding against her skull, Scotty saw it. He looked sweaty, short of breath and shaking. A sharp pain pierced both of them in the chest.

The crushing of the jaw against the metal structure, the sensation of weightlessness, his back hitting the door lock, his head being almost impaled by a rode, a very sharp pain… 

The weightlessness… her hand desperately reached for the life pod ejection in vain… Johan called out for her to brace for impact… Sudden deceleration…

Blackness covered her mind for a second. Scotty grabbed on the upper panel in front of her, her eyes frantically looking at the screen. They were misaligned and the neural load was horrific! A loud thud resonated on her right. Her hand slammed the emergency button. The simulation stopped right away. In a frenzy, she removed the helmet, ran to the entrance door, slammed on the intercom to call out for help and returned to Soap. She took off the helmet, throwing it away without any care. She placed his head on her lap. His nose was bleeding, he was shaking. “Oh no no, Soap, come on! John please!” She panicked, tears in her eyes.

“How the fuck could you!” He shouted, fist clenched. Price was between him and the poor mechanic who was still crying. Price knew Ghost wouldn’t get physical, it wasn’t his style but better safe than sorry.

“I’m sorry! I told him it was a bad idea! I tried to stop him!” She cried back for the hundred times. Gaz was keeping her up, hands on her shoulders. Since he knew her it was the first time he saw so distressed. 

“You didn’t try hard enough! Fucking hell! That’s all your fault!” 

“Enough!” Price’s voice boomed in the room. These two were causing such a scene that no medical personnel dared to approach the group. “Simon, I want you to take a breath and calm down. This is not her fault, not entirely, let Soap explain himself when he wakes up.”

This only eased up the tension temporarily. Scotty didn’t blame Ghost for being angry at her. She should have put her foot down and refused firmly to go on with Soap’s idea. She should have left the room and told anyone about his dangerous plan. In retrospect, it made sense when Soap told her he didn’t want Ghost around. The Brit would have stopped him quickly. However he couldn’t put all the blame on her. How was Scotty supposed to know he would have a seizure! When the doctor came back once again in the room and asked who had let this happen, Ghost didn’t hesitate to point at her. The doctor shook his head, disappointed, yet barring good news. No further damage to the brain, he had been lucky. He allowed the team to go in the room.

Soap was looking out the window. The sun was setting in the distance with a beautiful mirroring image on the ocean. Lethargic, his head turned towards the door as his friends stepped in. Even from afar, Soap could tell that Ghost was pissed. The way he walked to his side, oh he was in for some chewing. “What the fuck where you thinking!” His tone was firm but never rose up. “Are you trying to kill yourself?”

“Of course not.” Soap’s voice was weak. He was still recovering. “But I’m tired of people telling me I can’t do anything when I know I can. Simon, it worked!”

“Like hell it did. Look at you. Look where you are for fuck sake!”

Soap’s hands clenched on the bed sheets. “This is just a minor setback. It was my first time back into the simulator. It will be better next time.”

“There won't be a next time Mr. MacTavish.” The Marshal entered the room, hands behind his back, posture fully straight and a strict look. As soon as the news reached that one of his rangers found himself again at the infirmary in an almost critical state, of course he would come in person. “You are grounded. The modification on Bravo Tanker will remain active, but you. Even if your condition gets better, you are forbidden to pilot till I say so. Did I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.” Soap mumbled under his breath. The Marshal then demanded Price and Gaz to follow him, they had to discuss possible deployment plans now that it seemed like his second main Jaeger will be staying in the garage for a little longer. Scotty was uneasy, uncertain what to do. Ghost and Soap were looking at each other in silence. Maybe it was better to give them some room. Without a word, she turned around ready to leave, but someone grabbed her upper arm. The amber eyes pierced her brown one with intensity. Ghost asked her to stay, he wanted to talk. All three of them. He sat her on the bed and he watched both, very disappointed. At least his rage was gone. Soap’s eyes avoided his, focused on his legs hidden under the blanket. “It worked.” He let out after a few minutes of silence.

“It did not, Johnny. If it had you wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m not talking about me jumping in the simulator, Simon. I’m talking about her.”

Scotty’s head perked up. He was pointing at her with a weak smile. “What worked?” She asked, confused.

“We were stable. We drifted, we were on the same length… till that stupid memory came back. I threw us off.” It was impossible to forget the sensation, how real it was. Scotty felt what Soap did as if she had been in the cockpit. That fraction of seconds where it all played was the reason she had been accidently also thrown off the rail as well. Maybe after all, it was partially her fault if Soap found himself in the infirmary again? “I have a question. Who is Johan?”

She tensed up at the name. Her hands crisped on her knees, head looking down. Of course, if she saw his memories, he saw hers. So he saw the one that made her lose all control before his seizure. “My… My old co-pilot… I used to pilot, yes.” 

The lack of reaction on their part made her guess they figured this much even before. Obviously, if he was asking he saw everything and knew. Scotty didn’t remember the last time she openly talked about what happened that day. Soap connected the dots; this is what had upset her after their fight. He lived that memory and understood why she kept it secret. Scotty decided to let it all out. She explained how they had been deployed to protect the coast near Dunkerque. One massive category three who gave them more trouble than expected. It found a way to be too close from the beach and they had to evacuate anyone in a three kilometer radius. Roughly similar to what happened to Bravo Tanker, their Jaeger integrity has been compromised. They received back up but it was far too late. The kaiju used its heavy tail to slam one last attack as it turned to face its new opponent. The tail hit directly in the structure of the neck already heavily damaged. This hit was enough to decapitate the poor mecha. The sensation of free fall grabbed them by the stomach. During the long seconds of it, they tried to use their life pod, hoping this would absorb the shock better. The Conn-Pod came crashing on the shore, seventy-six meters below. When she regained awareness of everything around her, she had a broken arm, half hanging from her station. Everything else was broken; spark bursting from loose cables, metal pieces bent, broken, sharpened. With much effort, Scotty manually removed the harness holding her and fell against the broken visor of the mecha; their window to the world. Which in itself was quite a fall and she landed on her bad arm. She cried out in pain. A weak voice called for her. Ignoring her injury, the pilot pushed herself up to see where it came from. The vision she found forever scarred her. Johan was there, laying on the sand, a pipe lodged in his neck. Blood gurgled from his mouth as he desperately tried to reach out for her. His eyes filled with fear. Scotty kneeled next to him frantically trying to save him, but what could she do? He was lucky… or unlucky that the pipe didn’t reach all the way to the back. He would have died instantly. He weakly reached for her hand and in a twisted turn of event, they realized they were still connected to each other. His fear and pain was hers, hers his. She felt him slowly drifting away, thinking of his wife and kids at home. Tell them I love them please. Tell them I’ll always watch over them. Then it all stopped. No more fear nor pain. Not more breath nor warm. Silent and cold. His hand slipped from hers, the life in his eyes faded into a glassy look.

“The kaiju had been taken care of in the meantime and the medical team was able to evacuate us. But it was too late. He had been dead for ten minutes. I was incapable of saving him.” Tears rolled down her cheeks again. She wiped them quickly. The two men remained speechless; they didn’t know what to say. Yet they understood why she refused the pilot again. After that, she struggled hard with survivor guilt to the point she wasn’t capable of letting go. Every simulation was a failure because of this memory which haunted her every waking moment of the day. So she gave up and took a job as J-tech. Ghost sat next  to her, his hand reached to rest on her leg as a comforting gesture. Soap’s fingers brushed on her hand and held her. All her pain and sadness was suddenly replaced by confusion. Scotty knew they wanted to show support by these gestures, however her brain had all the wrong signals. Why were we doing this? Was there something more behind it?

“I’m sorry to hear.” Ghost let out. Their eyes met for a second; for someone who was pissed at her not even twenty minutes ago he showed so much kindness in his gaze.

“Thanks for sharing it with us.” Soap reassured. “We understand if you don't want to pilot, but you looked pretty good at it.”

She smiled, understanding his meaning. He also caught a glimpse of her fights. “I’ll never pilot again.”

“You should really reconsider.”

Two weeks laters, after almost ten hours shift over another one, none stop working between days and nights, fighting logistics to make sure all parts would be on time and in good conditions, the new interior was done. Bravo Tanker was officially ready to welcome three pilots onboard. Some touch up where needed, especially in the calibration system. They had to make sure that each pilot would share an equal amount of load. They tried different test runs on how the Jaeger would react to certain percentages input; so far every test came back with good results. To the whole crew it meant everything, their hard work, had paid off. The true test would be so to see in action and not some simulation, but everyone was quite happy. 

Soap had learned his lesson and accepted once and for all to stay patient. Because of his permanent grounding, the Marshal had put the recruiting on hold. He wouldn’t accept reckless behavior without consequences. The Scotsman kept it to the minimum, physical training only in moderation. Despite all that, he did find a new training partner. 

Scotty kept her word; no piloting. However with the truth out, she felt lighter, a burden lifted and more open to return to some old habits. She wasn’t afraid anymore to be in the Kwoon room. Not that she ever had been that much, but it always felt like someone would know her secret. Only her superiors were aware of her past rank. This allowed Ghost to feel what Soap had.

They trained together four times in that period. Each time, it was the same. The same connection, same dance, same feeling. Depending on the martial art they chose that session, it often ended in a tie or with one winner, but the score was so close. The fencing sword stopped right under his chin. “4-3. I won!” She grinned out of breath. Ghost admitted his defeat. His arms dropped on each side, exhausted by the intense workout. He walked away to get some water. Soap handed a towel to Scotty. An idea crossed his mind. 

“I dare you to jump on him.” He whispered.

“What? Why?”

“Oh you know, a surprise attack. Let's see if he can predict that.”

Hmm what did she have to lose? The mat tempered her steps so it was easy to sneak close. With a small run-up, she launched herself. Ghost looked over his shoulder, turned just enough to grab on her wrist, flung her above him. Scotty’s back hit the mat roughly, she deserved that. He took the opportunity to sit on her. “He will get you in trouble every time, love. Stop listening to him.” He smirked behind the mask.

The smile on her face dropped. “Love?”

“Don’t like it? I thought I could try since you and Soap seem to be so keen on pet names.”

“Uh.. No, no it’s fine.” Her cheeks burned. These two! She really wished she could know what game they were playing because she was getting more and more mixed signals. Maybe she should tell them the truth? Maybe, some day.

The next day, the kaiju alert rang through the building. 

Ghost and Soap were talking with the Marshal as it happened. The man told them to follow him to the LOCCENT. Being grounded didn’t mean they couldn’t follow what was happening. Arriving in the room, the Marshal was quickly greeted by a woman who looked scared. With reason. The reading on the screen showed the category of the monster. The first ever Category Four in the region. From the data they had from other ones that showed up around the world, these were thought bastard. The Marshal had to consider his options. His strongest Jaeger was inoperative. But his newer teams were now fully capable alone. One Jaeger would be too little, two acceptable, three safest. Three out of five. If anything happened to all of them, he lost more than half his defense. They wouldn’t be able to protect the coast effectively. 

“Bravo Brawler, Vulcan Striker, Fury Hunter get ready for deployment.” He ordered through the intercom. 

The three Jaegers were quickly dispatched to the last known location of the beast. From there it went from bad to worse. This kaiju was taller and larger than the mechas, it was robust and strong. It barely took him five minutes to destroy one Jaeger. Fury Hunter, the last of the Mark-3 the Shatterdome hosted. It was too slow to react. The kaiju’s carapace made any regular blow almost ineffective. Bravo Brawler tried the missile but missed the target by a few meters as it squirmed away. One moment of inattention was all it needed to strike on another Jaeger taking her down.

In the LOCCENT tension was rising by the minute. The Marshal kept his composure despite his mind being crushed when the second announcement came up. He just lost two Jaegers. Four pilots, dead. Soap was restless, arms crossed, bouncing on his heels. He knew what had to be done. They couldn’t waste more time or life. His eyes went to the Marshal then to Ghost who had the same expression through his balaclava. His eyes spoke of the anxiety that was crippling on everyone's minds. “You have to let us assist!” The Scotsman spoke up.

“No. If you steps in-”

“If we don’t do anything, Price and Gaz are going to die!” He cut off the Marshal. “By the time you make your decision, this Kaiju will have reached the shore and killed us. Either way, there’s a chance I die!”

“Johnny, we are not going!” Ghost intervened. “We don’t even have our third pilot!”

“Yes we do! Scotty is the perfect match and you know it!”

“Ms. Moreau?” The Marshal was confused. “She is a J-tech.”

“She was a pilot and she is the only one who can help us right now!”

“Soap, we can risk-”

“Give me a break, Ghost! We have to try or more people will die! If I die, at least I tried and didn’t stay still doing nothing!”

Ghost’s expression hardened. His reasoning was right. They had to make a choice now.

Scotty was in the Conn-Pod refining some tuning on the calibration system. Heavy stepfoot echoed around. Suddenly, more technicians poured inside. She froze up for a moment. What was going on? A tech told her to follow him to the Drivesuit Room, this only added to her confusion. In the room, she was greeted by an already fully suited and armored Ghost and Soap. It has been ages since they wore the ‘uniform’. “Can anyone tell me what is going on?”

“Suit up.” Soap smiled, throwing a suit to her. 

She awkwardly catched it, totally taken aback by the situation. Suit up? Hold on! They weren’t going to go fight this new category four were they? With her? Ghost noticed her moment of hesitation. “No time to waste Scotty. Price and Gaz need us, come on.”

“I-I can’t! I can’t pilot again.” Tears blurred her vision. Too many emotions took her by the throat in a second. Soap held her by the shoulders.

“It’s going to be alright. We will be there for you, we will support you.” He gave her a pat and jogged towards the Conn-Pod, too excited to be back in the action. Ghost stopped next to her. He lifted her chin, whipped a tear with his thumb.

“You can trust us. Also, you know there’s no way we can change his mind now so better indulge him. Even if it kills him…” 

Scotty was left alone, suit in hands and stunned by the gesture Ghost made. She looked at the circuit prints on it, the fabric felt like an old dream under her fingertips. She could push through and save the day or she could back down but this would mean the death of so many, including people she deeply cared about? No. This war had taken too much already and it was time she stopped playing cowards. In record speed, she changed from her technician clothes to the full armor of a pilot. It was heavier than she remembered, not that she minded at the moment. She walked determined to join up with the other two. They had a smile on their face as she walked in, helmet under her arm. Ghost took his place on the right as usual, Soap setting up his side on the left. This was their regular formation. Scotty stopped him. 

“Let us handle the load, you take the third seat.” She said in a tone that left no room for talk back. “We are the strong base, you are at the top. For now we are your support, just like a triangle.”

“Now it is not the time for a shape lecture.” Ghost chuckled. 

All three pilots locked themselves to their respective harness. Everything secured and held in place, it was time to plunge. The onboard AI made the countdown. 15 seconds to Neural Handshake. Scotty took a deep breath, it was time to see if all their efforts in the previous months were worth it. 5…4…3…2…1 Neural Handshake initiated.

[kedsandtubesocks]

bless us with the joel miller + trick or treating idea please and thank you

YOU are a blessing for indulging in this one for me Eri I owe you my LIFE

Joel Miller + Trick or Treat

cw: pain and the apocalypse? they’re not allowed here! canon accurate timelines? No thanks! Just some good old Halloween Miller Family sweetness Joel deserves

Even in the middle of autumn, on the day many believe ghost bring a chill in the air, Austin still simmers with soft heat. As you walk across the street to your neighbor’s home, the clutter and collection of Halloween decorations on the front lawn warm your heart in the best way. The skeleton you walk by playfully laughs as if to give you a reassuring cheer.

Pumpkin lights hang all over the front door. And when Joel opens the door, the autumn tones bathe him so beautifully. Joel is the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. Now under the amber light he is almost ethereal, like a rugged angel dressed in a black shirt. It highlights his broad shoulders and toned arms that you can't believe how one man can be this handsome.

“Hey pumpkin. You ready for tonight?” he greets with the sweetest crooked smile you want to kiss so badly.

“You bet… Nice shirt.” You grin.

In bold white horror style font his shirt reads You Can’t Scare Me, I’m a Dad.

“Oh yeah,” Joel chuckles a bit bashfully as he rubs the back of his neck. “The girls picked it out for me.”

At just the mention of his daughters, one of them screams out to him.

“Duty calls.” He sighs. “Come on in.”

Following him in, the sound of the Monster Mash fills the house. When you and Joel reach the kitchen you’re greeted by the warmest welcome. Already in their costumes, Ellie and Sarah smile excitedly at your entrance.

“You both look so good!” You genuinely mean your compliment.

Sarah looks adorable dressed as witch. You knew how hard she had been working on the costume, wanting to personalize it with her own DIY touch. She proudly shows you her witch hat and how she added the shimmery spiderwebs and cool spiders.

Then Ellie bounces in beside her sister to proudly exclaim- “Look! Sarah even did my makeup!”

Ellie’s face did indeed have touches of makeup but it made her look like a classic zombie. Splotches of green and splatters of fake blood color her face along with her costume… which is an astronaut outfit.

“Uh Ellie? Wanna explain your costume?” You ask a bit confused.

“Oh here we go.” Joel sighs rolling his eyes as he starts opening candy bags.

“I’m an Astro-zombie!” Ellie declares like it’s the most obvious thing. “I’m an astronaut that went to the moon, saw some freaky shit, and came back wrong!”

“It doesn’t make any sense but we’re humoring her.” Sarah says deadpan with a teasing grin. Ellie cries in annoyance.

The sisters quickly bickering makes you snicker as fondness burst in your chest. You’re grateful, even honored, you get to enjoy these moments with the Miller family. You happily start to help Joel unload more of the bags and tease him if five bags of candy are enough.

“You joke but this is gonna be gone in a hour!” Joel playfully argues back. As if to prove him right Sarah sneakily grabs a handful of candy from behind Joel and scurries off.

“Case in point.” He dryly comments not even having to turn around.

The door to the living room squeaks open and the voice of Tommy floats in the air. He enters into the kitchen in his regular clothes while wearing a clown nose.

“You seriously can’t be wearing that.” Joel coughs through a laugh.

“Hell yeah I am! It’s my costume!” Tommy puffs his chest out proudly.

“It’s genius.” Ellie grins proud while Sarah rolls her eyes and you try not to giggle.

“Alright you lil’ ghouls, let’s head out.” Tommy pats the backs of his nieces. His words however confuse both you and Joel.

“Wait, head out? Where? I thought we were gonna stay here and pass out candy?” Joel asks.

“Uh…yeah…about that.” Sarah begins cautiously.

“We wanna go to the Halloween dance at the school!” Her sister eagerly and readily blurts out the truth.

“We already have everything planned out.” Tommy quickly swoops in with an eased patience. He explains the plan to take the girls, stay and chaperone, then bring them home.

“And y’all waited to spring this on me tonight?” Joel sighs a bit exasperated and now you want to shrink along the walls to escape. You’ve been in the Miller house many times when arguments have sparked. But now you wonder if you should leave.

“We’ll be fine dad.” Sarah promises. “You’ll get to stay here, rest, maybe passing out candy and just…chill.” She says with an eased shrug and sleepy grin.

“Please!” Ellie drags out the ‘e’ with an exaggerated high pitch tone that Tommy joins in on. You can’t help but press your lips tight not to laugh.

Joel sighs again and waves his hand fine. “Fine fine, y’all go. More candy for us then.”

You don’t miss the way he says ‘us,’ how he includes you, how he doesn’t want you to leave even if it might just be you and him. But now as the girls and Tommy head out to leave, you start thinking maybe this was their plan all along. Especially when Ellie and Sarah both hug you tight.

“Don’t let him scare you away, okay?” Sarah reassures.

“I heard that!” Joel yells as he eats through a candy piece.

In the Texan autumn air, you watch as the collective heart of the Miller family drives off while their sturdy patriarch stands by your side. Something close to longing clogs your throat. The taste is slightly bitter and you know why. It’s because you want to experience this every year. You want be apart of them as long as you can.

“Those little troublemakers think they’re so clever.” Joel snorts and it pulls you out of your thoughts. “Leavin’ us alone together.”

“Yeah,” you laugh wearily not knowing what else’s to say. Especially when his large warm calloused hand goes to softly rest against your back. It galanzives your heart, a true exhilarating type of fright. When you turn to Joel, he’s already staring at you with the softest molten eyes. Then your eye can’t help but flicker to his lips.

Under the pale evening sky, Joel leans down and kisses you sweet, hesitant, and tender like you might melt away from him. You even taste the hint of the candy he ate. It’s pure, wonderful, and you sigh leaning into him. Joel doesn’t hesitate to pull you tighter into his arms, kissing you firmer.

“Hey Mr. Miller!” A sudden voice screams.

“Are you gonna pass out trick or treat candy or just make-out in front of your garage all night?!” A kid yells out and the words almost make you scream as you scramble away from Joel. He doesn’t let you move too far and instead keeps an arm around you.

“Just for that, I ain’t giving you any Travis!” Joel yells back fierce and you now laugh leaning against him.

“Fuckin’ ungrateful little shits.” Joel growls under his breath as he kisses your head. All you can do is grin, embarrassed but still blissfully as you enjoy this wonderful treat.

[sirenmoth]

Monster Mash - Satyr

CW: Outdoor sex, Gentle sex, voyerism, thigh grinding, thigh riding, spanking, hand job, cum as lube

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The garden at the far end of the property was beautiful, different flowers grew wind and luscious of different sizes and colours combined with various trees where the birds liked to nest. It's a sanctuary for the Satyr, who usually spent his time here away from the chaos of the manor, sometime you would join him in this bliss. In a small wooden cabin that was barely big enough for two, hidden under a large oak tree and some forget-me-not flowers.

You always say it looks like a fairytale cottage. A place in a dream.

The collections of flowers, both wild and planted, laid in large and small mismatch patches around the garden, creating a natural feel, mixed with the trees of various types, both big and tall and small and wide, casts shadows in all the right places for a midday nap. A moon-gate archway sat at the entrance of the garden, giving it the final tough of a whimsical fairytale dream. Sitting to watch the birds and butterflies, the early morning insects or the nighttime fireflies is always your favourite pastime, a break from being tossed around like a toy between your monster lovers, not that you minded the life you live.

The manor sat in the middle of the large property, to the north of the large patch of land is a wide open pasture, the Centaur has his own barn and stable combo to go with the field he can run around in, and to the south was a massive lake-ocean for your Siren and Merman, the cool saltwater body complete with a sand beach and underwater caves and caverns. To the east is the Naga's burrow, made of rock and mud and sand, despite that it was still warm and homely, the Satry's cabin and garden was to the west, a border separating the four sections as a mutual resect for each other's territory.

The both of you at on the porch, on a wooden bench that overlooked the wild overgrowth, your partner played his panpipes all while occasionally tapping one of his hooves to the rhythm he was creating.

It was peaceful, calm, tranquil, Everything you could've asked for, relaxing in the rays of the sun, listening to the birds above in the trees sing and chip their songs in tune with the creature next to you was emitting. You felt at peace, tugging the oversized woollen blanket tighter around your shoulders, wearing liminal or no clothing was the better option when you never know when you're going to be bent over and stuffed next, plus most of your lover wore liminal or no clothing.

Closing your eyes, leaning back onto the woven cushions that decorates the bench, resting your head on the Satyrs left shoulder carefully as to not disturb his melody, a short sounding like heaven right now.

The music from the pipes stop, followed by a soft chuckle, "Not falling asleep on my, are you?" the creature next to you laughs, setting the pipes down on the table in front of him and pulling you into his lap, facing him and forcing you to rest your head on his chest.

"No, I'm just resting my eyes." You mutter, moving your arms up and around his neck, allowing him into your blanket cocoon. The wool blanket was enormous and dwarfed you, dragging along the ground and trailing behind you every time it draped it over you, it drowns you in its softened fabric that was hand-woven together with such care and was a gift from your orc from one of his many travels. You feel the Satyrs' hands hold your waist, leisurely stroking your skin in feather-like touches. Nuzzling into his neck, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of his neck, you move to straddle his left thigh, feeling his plush yet coarse fur underneath you. The Satry locks his arms around your waist and interlocking his fingers together behind your back to keep you in place, the two of you sit and enjoy the last of the birdsongs and late-day warmth.

His hands disconnect and move to your ass, slowly kneading the flesh in his hands in slow movements. Flinching after a practically hard squeeze, rock your exposed clit against his thigh you're straddling, the fur catches your bundle of nerves. Burrowing your face into the Satyrs neck as he continues to squeeze and knead the globes of your asschecks, his blunt nails leaving crescent marks in their wake as you whimper from the combined sensations of his hands and fur bumping against you.

"You like this? Grinding against my leg, getting my fur all wet with your slick?" He teases, landing a hard slap to your right butt cheek, rubbing over the now redden mark left behind where the Satyrs hand made contact. Moving your head down, still keeping your forehead pressed against his skin, arms still around his neck, you spot an appearing damp patch of now clumping fur from where you've been sitting, the sight alone makes you moan out loud softly. The woollen blanket slips down a bit from your shoulders, pooling around your waist and his thighs, the ends still held tight in your hands. The Satyr laughs, roughly squeezing the flesh in his hands at your hip and rear, guiding you to grind gently against him, forcing you back and forth and down onto the wet clutch of fur over and over and over.

Tangling your fingers though his hair, the Satyr bends his neck forward to leave butterfly kisses on your neck as his nails dig deeper into your skin. A sudden breeze of cold air rushes through the garden, rustling the tree leaves and sending shivers down your spine, causing you to remember how exposed you are for all to see. The wind didn't seem to bother the goat-hoofed man, simply returning the sheet of coloured strands of woven wool back onto your shoulders and securing it in place, neatly smoothing down the fabric before returning his hands back under the cloth to return them to their previous places.

"Can't have my sweet songbird getting cold now, can I?" The Satyr whispers in your ear, "Not before I've had my fun with you." The leg you're currently straddling starts to lightly bounce, causing you to gentle rock forward and back. His hoof tapping a hollow rhythm agasint the wooden planks of the porch decking, possiblely denting the wood. Running a hand down his torso and midsection, tracing the happy trail and following it down towards his sheth hidden amonsgt the short hair, rubbing a hand over it in time with your movments

The Satry buries his head further in the crook to your neck, muffling his groans as you play with his balls, massaging them in your hand, keeping on his shoulder for leaverge, toying with his emerging cock. Stroking up and down, thumbing over the leaking tip and smearing his warm pre-cum over your hands and down his dick, using it as lube to speed up your movemnts. You both move in tandem, each time you rock your hips, you move you hand up, dragging your thumb over the tip every few stroke to collect the fresh white fluid spilling out before moving your hand back down, occasilny playing with the Satrys hanging sack.

The Satyr dig his fingernails in further into your skin, fresh bruises and deep crescent marks appering that are sure to cause a few bets and competitons between your monster lovers that will last for weeks. You moan after he bounces his leg faster, the wood under his tapping hoof creaks and groans at the pressure of the Satry exsecntric movments, the thoughts of a dent in the boards is now proven right when you hear a faint crack. An abrupt, sharp thrust forward and the stinging feeling of a hand coming in sharp content with flesh, making you jump and thighs to tighten around his in pleasure.

Another and another and another.

One right after the other, forcing you to flinch and squirm against his hold, the imprint of his fingers darkening the more they dig in to keep you still. The Satyr moves his head from your neck to lock his lips with yours, tongue dancing with yours as you moan and groan and whimper, exploring deep inside your oral cavity, sloppily, as you both let yourselves get lost in the waves of pleasure and each others embrace, the sounds of the birds and wildlife bleeding into the background of your little bubble, the noise ringing in your ears as your blood roars in your ears, mixing with your raging heartbeat in your chest.

Your orgasm creeps up on you, thighs clamping around his furry thighs as you shake, soaking the Satyrs hair further as you detach your spit-covered lips from his, head thrown back and mouth open in a silent scream, hand still working along his cock until he joins you in pure orgasmic bliss, shooting his load over where his skin meet his fur and your hand, that's still slowly pumping his dick until he's shooting blanks. Both sitting, basking in the late-day sun just peeking over the horizon bleeding oranges and pinks and reds along the sky that makes your skin glow, the Satyr moves his hands around your waist again to re-interlock his fingers behind your back, pulling you closer towards him, not caring about the mess on his torso or on his thigh.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, one hand still slightyl covered in his cum, the woolen blankent cocooning you again from the chill of the early night air. The Satry humming a gentle lullaby to soothe you into a peacful sleep, to which you happily accept, safe in his arms and in your shared sanctury.

[ragingdumpsterfire]

Don’t Look Into the Void

Infamous Second Son OC: Juno Moore x Delsin Rowe

Content Warning: Juno gets chased by a very bad guy, bad guy things ensue.

I start this with a warning that I haven’t written much in a while. The ol’ writing brain just hasn’t been there, but the prompt of decay/surrender had me excited. So I gave it a shot. Here is the resulting blurb from the 20 monkeys mashing keyboards in my brain.

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Hard concrete comes into contact with heavy boots, ringing footsteps a cacophony of fear as wide eyes dart around, trying to find some vestige of safety in the dark city streets. The dark buildings around held no passing thought for the chase happening in their midsts; they were merely silent observers. Tears start running down windchapped cheeks, a scream threatening to burst forth into the world.

“Juno”. The word is long and drawn out, taunting and sneering and bouncing off the brick walls around the woman. Following her. Chasing her. Hunting her. 

“Look at you run, Juno”.

A moment passes, then a cold, snarling laugh rips through the alley, closer to Juno than it should be. It sends waves of tremors through her body as her feet hit the pavement, a vain attempt to carry her away from her predator. Her hands plead with the environment around her as she runs, trying to grasp any source of energy that would serve as fuel for an attack. Nothing happens as she desperately reaches out, a sob choking her as her lungs burn from the exertion. Juno frantically runs through a route in her mind for the thousandth time, left down here, then right down there, jump the fence if the gate is locked. This is a path she had traveled hundreds of times, and her feet now move mostly by instinct. 

The corner of the alley approaches, twenty feet, ten feet, five, and Juno stumbles, fingers pawing at the ground in an attempt to keep herself upright and moving. She can feel the skin scrape up against the rough ground, but she pushes off the ground with momentum, uprighting her body again and skidding around the corner. She knows there should be pain, but she can’t feel it yet. All she can feel is her heart thumping wildly in her chest and the screaming pain in her body to keep moving. The scream telling her to keep running at all costs is cut short by a different scream, one telling Juno that something is horribly, terribly wrong. 

Oh no. No no no no. NO!

Juno’s eyes look around in a frenzy, a wave of nausea hitting her. There wasn’t supposed to be a wall at the end of this alley. There was never a wall here. Juno had taken this alley many times, hell, a hundred times, just to cut through traffic. There was never a wall here. There was never a fucking wall here.

“Fuck!” The yell reverberates down the alley, muffled sobs breaking the frigid night as Juno slumps to the ground, back against the wall like a cornered, dying animal. There aren’t any fences to climb, windows to jump into, escapes of any kind. Movement at the end of the alley causes Juno to focus on the invader, eyes locking with a tall, dark figure. This man, this monster, stalks towards her, hands behind his back as he surveys his prey. He was dressed in all black, long body blending with the shadows that seem to bend around him. His face was hidden with a hood, always having an advantage over those he hunted. Something oozed from the ground beneath his feet, black as the void and flooding the alley with an acrid scent. It permeated Juno’s senses, burning her nasal passages and filling her eyes with stinging tears. A clicking sound emits from the man, now five meters away, then a sigh. Juno is filled with a burning rage as the familiarity dawns on her.  She’s heard this before. The sound was that of an authority figure before hitting a misbehaving child. 

“Whatever am I going to do with you”, crooned the velvety voice. “You’ve made me chase you all over town. You’ve caused me quite the inconvenience, did you realize?”

Juno’s eyes dart into the darkness under the man’s hood where facial features should be, but the space is unnaturally dark. Something deep inside her screams at her to run, to fight, to do anything. She knows the man is looking right back at her, she can feel his gaze. And for a moment, something like a glint in his eye shimmers. 

“What the fuck do you want from me,” Juno spits out, rage flowing through her words. Her body aches, muscles and ligaments pushed past their limit, body scraped up and powers absent. She glares up at the man as he wanders closer, inspecting her. There’s a soft chuckle, and she can tell that from under his hood, he’s grinning. 

“Well, it’s really quite simple, Juno,” he begins slowly, as one does when explaining to a young child. “Like you, I am also a conduit. Unlike you, however, I don’t get my power source from such quaint places as yourself.”

He paces in the alley slowly, always clasping his hands behind his back, always keeping his gaze towards Juno.

“You, my darling, get your power from…oh what was it…” 

He pauses, cocking his head and putting his finger to his lips, mocking her. 

“Ah yes,” he says in that velvety, predatory tone, causing Juno’s skin to crawl. “You get your power from deposits of pigment in the world, perpetuating brightness and light in a circle of creativity. How adorable.” The last word is drawn out far too long, venom dripping on his lips. But it is the hunter’s next action that makes Juno flinch back, feeling the rough wall digging into her skin. As he drops down into a crouch, close enough for Juno to see glints of light reflecting off his pointed teeth, he gestures to the pool of black tar underneath him.

“You see, I am the antithesis to your abilities, darlin’. I grab life around the throat and throttle the hell outta it.” 

As he lazily waves his hand over the tar, it moved to match his motion, dripping upwards against gravity to meet him, tendrils wrapping around his fingers like a vine. Quiet rustling from the side of the alley catches Juno’s attention, but she doesn’t take her eyes off the man in front of her. She inhales sharply as he swivels his head towards the noise in a hawklike motion, staring down the source. Juno’s eyes trail cautiously over to join the man’s line of vision, and sees a young rat, small nose wriggling as it sniffs and rifles through decaying leaves. It doesn’t heed them any attention, and Juno internally yells for it to run, to just get away from the inevitability that Juno can sense. 

A low growl of a chuckle leaves Juno’s pursuer as he sees her distraught expression, and he raises a finger towards the animal. Like a viper strike, the black tar lunges forward, wrapping around the rat in a tight embrace. It emits a high-pitched series of squeaks as it thrashes against the tar, trying to break free. Juno’s attention is brought back to the dark figure beside her as he clears his throat, peering at her. The rat’s shrieks drill into Juno’s consciousness.

“Now as you can see,” the man explained wryly, “I drain my power source from living things. And depending on how I’m feeling at the moment, I can make the experience quite painless, given—oh no no no, look at me—given my power source doesn’t struggle.” There’s a sinister emphasis on the last word, and Juno shrinks under his invisible stare. The frantic squeaks become calmer now, and when the man nods towards the animal, Juno’s eyes follow. The rat is grayer, more fragile than before. It had aged in moments, its life force slowly sucked out of it by the tar and into the man. A hand darts out and grabs Juno’s chin roughly, bringing her focus back to the dark, faceless hood. 

“And what happens if they struggle and fight back, you ask? Well, honey, that’s when the real fun begins.” 

Juno’s hands rush up to cover her ears as the alley is flooded in a piercing squealing. Her eyes dart back to the rat, and is met with an image of flesh ripping and disintegrating, peeling off in shreds and revealing bones and organs spilling onto the hungry tar. Bile rises in Juno’s throat at the putrid sight and smell, her eyes burning, and the contents of her stomach spill out on the ground beside her. Within mere moments, all is silent once more, and the only remnants of what once was a living creature were bones. Rapid aging and decomposition happening right in front of her eyes, a horrific power for a conduit to wield. She couldn’t stomach the thought of how many people this monster had used this ability on.

Juno wipes her mouth off on her sleeve, trying to erase the image of the tortured animal from her retinas. A hand appears in front of her face and the fingers snap. 

“Hey, hey, look up at me,” demands the voice, and Juno’s eyes follow to once more peer into the void staring at her. “Now I’m going to tell you what I was trying to tell you before you ran off earlier.” A small huff comes from the man, and he continues. “I need a constant living source to pull from to keep myself full. As you can see,” he said, gesturing to the remains of the rat, “can’t do shit once my source is dead. So, I’m gonna give you two options.” He held his v-shaped fingers in Juno’s face to further emphasize the point. “My suggestion would be to come with me all quiet like. I absorb my energy from you, and in exchange I keep you safe with me. As long as you do what I say, you won’t end up like our little friend over there.”

He paused, his demeanor darkening.

“If you decide to fight back, well…..let’s just say I’d much rather you not. I’d really prefer to not have to clean brain matter off my clothing so soon. And trust me, if you make me do that, I’ll be sure to make it as painful as possible.”

The pounding of Juno’s heart had to be audible to the man crouched next to her, and with a sinking feeling, she realized she had no way out of this situation. Become fodder for a fucking vampire conduit, or be brutally murdered in some Seattle alley. It felt like the world was crashing in on her, smothering her and ripping her apart as she lost focus on her surroundings. Fuck, no, this can’t be it. I…I have so much shit I wanted to do…

Juno barely registers the man stirring next to her, suddenly standing up and looking around, but then she looks up, and her brows furrow in confusion. The man cocks his head to the side, seemingly tired of paying her attention. She has no fucking idea what he would be focusing on after hunting her down like this. But then the scent hits Juno’s senses, the familiar, safe smell of burning ashes, and the alley is bathed in a fury of red light and embers that solidify in front of her. Within a split second, a figure kneels down in front of her, arms out wide to protect her, to save her. 

“Delsin!”

And the realization that Delsin is here hits Juno, and she starts sobbing, stinging tears rolling down her face and falling onto her sweater. Relief to not be alone washes over her, only to be replaced by the sudden horror that Delsin will be attacked by this hunter too. Warm, large hands come up and cradle Juno’s face, thumbs wiping away her tears as dark brown eyes look into her own. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s-it’s me, babe, it’s me. Shhh, it’s okay, I gotcha.”

“Delsin—Delsin, listen, you need to get the fuck out of here.” Juno’s speech is frantic and racing, her hands gripping onto Delsin’s wrists as her eyes plead with him to escape. “He’s a fucking maniac, Dels—he’s going to fucking kill us!”

Moments pass as the two lock eyes, deep brown into stormy blue, and something inside Juno snaps as she sees resolve in Delsin. He leans down towards Juno, sliding a hand up to gently cradle her neck, and crashes his lips into hers with a burning need. She can taste smoke and ash from a million wildfires on his lips, and in a moment, he’s gone, standing to face their foe. 

No, no—he can’t do this, god no, please Delsin, don’t do this! I fucking need you, Delsin!

Juno can’t distinguish the words being spoken as her head spins, an ocean roaring in her ears as she fights to stay conscious. A cold, harsh laugh. A chain dropping to the ground. Delsin kneeling down on the ground, the ooze of tar nearing him. 

“And you’ll leave her the fuck alone if you have me, right?” 

A deep, quiet chuckle, and a nod. And then the strands of tar surround him, leeching into him, swallowing him up. He’s facing away, but Juno can see the way his skin fades and grows brittle, his hair turns to streaks of gray, the way his clothes start to drape off him limbs and he shrinks and ages prematurely. There was no sound from Delsin, just the quiet acceptance of someone trying to protect their loved one. And as quiet as a whisper, he was gone from this world, leaving Juno alone with his remains and the hunter. The hunter who was now causing the tar to recede back from where it came from.

“Poor fool was so ready to die that he didn’t stop to think about how miserable you’d be. Ah well,” he stated with a smirk, “that’s a you problem, not a me problem.” And with a faint, frigid breeze, he was gone. 

At first, Juno sat there, just staring at the pile of clothes, the bones sticking out. Her eyes locked with it, glazed over. Her fingers absently rubbing over her arms, nails scratching at her skin. Tears poured down her face silently, her vision a blurry world of gray. Her lungs wouldn’t fill with enough air, and she was drowning, chest starting to rise wildly in any attempt to get oxygen. It wouldn’t come. Juno threw her head back and let the scream rip out of her that had been building, fists beating on the ground as she wailed. Her knuckles grew bloody and shredded, scrubbing at her face as if she could just wake up and end all of this. If she could just wake up. Wake up….just….wake up. 

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Juno’s eyes burst open as she sat up, arms fighting against something pinning them down. She couldn’t move them, and she screamed a long, mournful wail. She was surrounded by darkness.  

“No, let me go, get the fuck off of me!”

“Juno?! Babe, it’s me, it’s Delsin—babe, you’re okay, it’s okay, just listen to me.”

Juno turned wildly in the dark, only to meet two wide brown eyes gazing at her with concern, brows knitted downward. She knew those eyes, those were safe eyes. Those were Delsin’s eyes. He had his arms wrapped around Juno to keep her from thrashing and hurting either of them, circles under his eyes. He was half covered with their quilt and shirtless, and Juno’s awareness grew to recognize her pillow, the soft moonlight out the window of their apartment, the hum of a fan. They were safe, Delsin was safe. 

“Oh my god Delsin, you’re safe, you’re here—oh my god.” 

Juno’s arms flailed out to wrap Delsin in a tight hug, Delsin readjusting and wrapping his arm around Juno’s shoulders. He tucked a pillow up behind them, getting comfy against the wall behind their bed, and pulled the quilt up to cover them better. He softly grabbed her hand with his free hand, rubbing circles into the skin.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m here, we’re safe, and I’m not going anywhere. It was just a bad dream, that’s all. Listen babe, I got you. It’s okay.”

Juno nodded slowly, head heavy with exhaustion, and she collapsed against Delsin’s warm chest, closing her eyes again, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. The room was comfortably quiet, and eventually her heart rate slowed to a normal pace. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, sleep beckoned her. She hadn’t experienced a nightmare like that in such a long time, it had been so real. But the warmth from Delsin and his quiet snores invited her into a deep sleep, one that provided much needed rest.

In the morning, as the delicate sunlight played through the window, Delsin’s arm was still around Juno when she woke up “Hey,” came a raspy, sleep-laden voice, warm as the morning sun. It filled Juno with comfort, feeling the embrace tighten.

“I’ll always keep you safe, babe.”

[blasphemousxo]

For as long as I could remember I had a companion named Baby. She was a teddy bear I got a baby from Osh Kosh B’Gosh. She was white and baby blue pinstriped with a baby blue bow around her neck and on her chest was an embroidered heart that was also baby blue. She was my best friend, I didn’t have very many friends growing up. Probably about 2 or 3 friends. But I had Baby. She went with me everywhere, grandmas house, my dad’s house on the weekends, all the trips my grandparents would take me on. I even would sneak her to school in my backpack. I remember every detail about her. I remember the small tear under one of her arms, the hole in her throat that I believe my grandma patched up for me, and the small glue spot on top of her head. No other toy I connected with so much.

Then one day in July when I was 11, she went missing. We figured I must have dropped her leaving our apartment to go to my grandmas one night. I made missing posters that I hung around my grandmas. My grandma even went dumpster diving at our apartment complex to try and find her. But she was never found. We moved shortly after too. The hope of finding her tucked in a box eventually faded and I accepted she wasn’t coming back. To this day I get misty eyed talking about her.

I spent many, many years searching for a companion like her again. I carried a bear named Buttons that my great grandma gave me. Then it was a Jack Skellington plush doll I got at Disney world. Then a panda my high school girlfriend gave me. But none of them clicked like Baby. When I eventually started making my own money, I really began searching. Buying bears, a lot of the time from Build a Bear, hoping to find the one.

When I was 24 I had that desire came up while I was at work. So in desperation, I went to my local build a bear after work, just to see if I could find someone. They didn’t have anything new, it was December so no real good releases. I spotted the Timeless Teddy, I never liked how they looked on the website but seeing it in person stuffed I thought, I’ll give it a chance. So I picked up my skin and picked out the birthday cake scent and built the bear.

I named him Boris after the line in The Monster Mash, “when you get to my door tell them Boris sent you,” a reference of course to Boris Karloff the original actor for Frankenstein’s monster. I didn’t dress him at first until I ordered a custom Good Guy doll outfit for build a bears. After that, I loved dressing him up in different outfits. Usually he’s in a hoodie or sweater and jeans though. And something just clicked inside me with Boris. After I got him I’d still have the yearning for my companion and buy bears but I always came back to Boris. Even with the new friends I’d get, Boris was still with me. Eventually that desire faded because I realized I found what I was looking for.

He was there for me through some very tough times. He was there while I lived with my abusive ex boyfriend. He was there during my many “grippy sock vacations.” I even sobbed and called my mom when a nurse took him away from me during one of those hospital stays. He knows more about me than anyone. I love everything about him; his matted fur that shows how much love I’ve poured into him, his crooked eyes that I didn’t notice until his fur matted, the comforting way he smells that I can’t tell is from the love I’ve given him or the birthday cake scent still hanging in there or a mix of the two. Even the matted Sherpa fur feels comforting when I rub his little ears or hands.

I still buy bears not in an effort to find a companion though, but because I want them. But most of them I would be fine if I sold or game away or ended up losing somehow. Except Boris. I would be devastated if I lost him. He’s my soul-bear.

I still think of Baby a lot. I know I can never get her back or get back what I had with her. But I can’t help but think maybe she came back to me in a way with Boris. That maybe she led me to him that day. Which I’m sure sounds very silly because these are stuffed animals I’m talking about. But I do believe there’s nothing more powerful than a well loved stuffed animal. Simply from all the love that gets put into them, you bring them to life with that love.

I’m not sure how to end this, I just wanted to share my little story about the bears I love. I hope this resonated with someone at least.

[astrokatsuki]

SUMMARY You just created life. This could help the world in so many ways! So is it selfish when you want to keep this gorgeous creation all to yourself? You made him after all.

WARNING fluff, the ending was rushed bc im so behind, choso is a cutie Frankenstein, reader is a smarty pants, not proofread

WORD FROM ARTIST I still have to do my Halloween coloring but I don’t have access to my laptop rn 0.7k+

MONSTER MASH

You’ve done it. You just created life. Granted it’s not your average human.

It’s not even human.

Staring at your creation through the plexiglass wall dividing you two, you can’t help the manic grin that spreads on your face. You just made a new life form. The only one of its kind.

The sun hasn’t risen and you haven’t slept. You have the eye bags and empty coffee cups to prove it. The only thing keeping you up is the labs fluorescent lights.

He sits up straight facing the wall infront of him with his blank, black eyes. His hair is down and covering his face, but you can see a prominent blood mark across his nose.

Does anybody know how much this can contribute to the world? But as selfish as it might sound, you want him all to yourself.

You try to reassure yourself, This isn’t being selfish. You were the one to create him, after all.

Slowly opening the door at the end of the plexiglass barrier, you walk in. You walk around the reflective table he’s idly sitting on. You’re still cautious, this only being the first time your creation actually comes alive.

Through the strands of his hair, you see his eyes stare at you. You don’t think he’s blinked once yet.

You reach up hesitant, just in case he pushed your hand away. He didn’t. Proceeding, you push his hair back and hold back a gasp at the sight.

He’s gorgeous, but you quickly push that thought to the side. You need to focus.

He needs a name. You’ve had a name in mind for a long time, waiting patiently for a successful experiment. It’s finally time to use it.

Choso.

Being honest, there’s no special meaning behind the name, but you couldn’t help but fall in love with it. And now looking at this masterpiece, the name fits him perfectly.

“What if I call you Choso?” You tilt your head to the side, analyzing him while waiting for his response. He finally blinks.

And grunts.

You didn’t expect him to be a walking encyclopedia, but it’s seems as if he can’t talk at all. You should’ve known this was going to happen.

You mentally curse.

Making sure he’s paying attention, you first make an affirmative grunt then a disagreeing grunt, signaling him to pick one. You hope he can tell the difference between the two.

It’s seems he can, he repeats the affirmative grunt you just made.

He’s catches on quickly, you internally note.

Finally leaving the lab after being cooped up in there working on Choso, he follows you to his apartment.

You did have to teach him how to walk a bit. It’s not that he couldn’t, he just looked like a baby deer every time he tried to.

You give yourself much needed rest time, and wait until the next day to start teaching him things. You need a long nap and he needs to get used to being alive.

So you let him sleep in the guest room.

Waking up, you sprawl your body out onto the bed, yawning as your limbs stretch. You quickly realize he was no longer in the guest room. He was in your room.

Sleeping straight on his back like the deceased.

He sure as hell didn’t look living to you, you scoff. He took up most of the bed, leaving you halfway off the bed with a corner of your comforter struggling to cover your shorts and tank top clad body.

You softly shake him, “Wake up.” Your morning voice coming out in a whisper.

He’s eyes snap open. It’s safe to assume he’s a light sleeper. You have to practically drag him out of bed even though he was wide awake.

Walking into the kitchen, you teach him the names of the appliances and groceries. You even tell him a little about yourself.

“I’m y/n, the scientist that created you.” You introduced yourself, speaking slowly, hoping he can understand. While talking, you make yourself busy by pulling out ingredients to make breakfast.

Instead of responding with a grunt like usual, Choso takes your hand in his pulling you closer to his body.

Your eyes widen in shock, as he pulls you to stand in between his legs as he sits on an island chair.

He embraces you in a hug, breathing in your sweet scent. A sigh escapes him as you slowly return the hug.

He hugs you tighter, letting out a possessive grunt.