#*rolls my eyes at the last one* LOL ... th- thats cringe bro ...... AUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ....

[bloodtwin]

&&.┆THE BAG OF BONES ☠️ INBOX.  

@bloodyarn sent:

five times blurted: ( five times the receiver impulsively blurted something out to the sender ) give me the awkward dawgyawn

SOURCE: ❛ FIVE TIMES ❜ DRABBLE PROMPTS.

01.

❝ Babe- you know not every dick is knotted, right ？❞ 

                                . . .   . . .   . . .

His eyes widened. Mouth parted in shock. Such a question was awkward but fine within the privacy of their tent. However, they were not in the privacy of their tent. They were sitting by the campfire. With their friends. And he spoke much louder than he thought he would. The conversations around them seemed to come to a halt; judgmental eyes swiveled to stare at them.   

                                ❝ Uhh . . . ❞

He cleared his throat, stood up stiffly & plucked Babette up from underneath her shoulders. Her legs dangled like how a cat’s would do. Puck walked far, far, far away from the fire. To the outskirts of camp. His face was a deep shade of red when he set her down. 

Again, he cleared his throat. Squinted at her.  ❝ D- Do you ？❞ 

02.

❝ Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to be a woman. ❞

He said this, randomly, after they’d retired to their tent for the evening. He & Babette had been sitting in comfortable silence, doing their own bedtime routines. 

Puck was trimming his nails, like he did every other day just before bed. Each time, it was as if he’d gone months without cutting them. When he spoke, he looked up from his task to gaze upon the hexblood ⸻ primarily just because he could, fond smile on his lips. But he also looked at her with curiosity. Wondered what it would be like to be so graceful. So lovely. 

He understood . . .  some of what it meant to be a woman, or maybe female was a more accurate description. He had the anatomy, but he did not think that counted as womanhood because it was so hidden. He still appeared as a man. He was a man. ( Had the anatomy for that, too. ) He didn’t know. He tended not to think about these things.  

Discomfort settled in his chest. He wished he did not say anything, so he attempted to shrug it off with a mutter, ❝ Just simple curiosity, I suppose . . . ❞ & continued to trim his nails, face a bit more pink than it usually was. 

03.

                  ❝ I WILL GUT HER LIKE A FISH ！❞

Simultaneous rage & sick delight at the mental image had his face skewed into a sneer but his eyes shining brightly as he & Babette walked down the street. Well, he stalked down the street like a prowling tiger, and she timidly followed after him. His whole body tensed, and he had clench & unclench his fists to stop himself from impulsively drawing a knife from his boot. 

How DARE she ！How dare she say something like that about his darling in front of HIM !  !  !  Vile, evil, wicked woman. He hopes she rots.

That woman was lucky he didn’t rip her head off the second she opened her mouth. No, no, he had been good. He grit his teeth & sat politely ⸻ for the most part. He might have said some . . . choice words, but they were not nearly as horrible as what his mind yearned & begged him to do. He hoped she tripped & fell down a very tall flight of stairs, or stepped on a nail with her bare foot, or ⸻

A glance towards Babette. A dreadful moment of clarity. He stopped in his tracks, tail drooping as shame flooded him. 

                                ❝ I AM . . . 

❝ . . .  so deeply sorry for saying that about YOUR MOTHER. I did not mean that. ❞  I did. I REALLY did. 

04.

Puck was always horny. We knew this. I knew this, you knew this, the entire CAMP knew this. But he was relatively decent at keeping that to himself when it came to his feelings towards Babette in particular. She was a little lady who needed a little gentleman. She would also probably DIE if he said even a third of the things he thought about when all alone. Which was why he often bit the inside of his cheek when around her. 

                Sometimes, however, he made MISTAKES. Big, big mistakes . . . 

She wasn’t doing anything suggestive, accidentally or otherwise. Wasn’t even doing anything out of the ordinary, really. Just brushing her hair. 

Maybe it was because he was going through some kind of HEAT or something, maybe it was her neck ( her hair was all swept to drape over one of her shoulders & exposing the NECK. pretty, pretty, she was so pretty ⸻ ) but when Puck saw her, his knees nearly buckled from a deep-seated need. 

He approached & kissed her sweetly. Gently. As he always did, for he was so afraid she would break. He feared this & wanted it at the same time. He wanted to cradle her, touch her softly, but he yearned to pin her against the wall, hand wrapped around her throat tighter & tighter. To devour her in a single bite. It would be so EASY. He couldn’t let himself slip.  

Again, he kissed her, just as sweet as before. Then, in a whisper breathed hot & heavy in her ear, he slipped: ❝ I want to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk & need me to carry you everywhere. ❞

                                . . .   . . .   . . .

            YOU SAID THAT OUT LOUD ！！！

He immediately jerked back, as if bitten by her. As if he wasn’t the one who said it. ❝ IF- I MEAN, if you wanted me to do that, of course. Hells, I'm sorry . . . ❞

05.

BLOOD. So much blood. She wasn’t supposed to see him like this. Covered in so much blood. He didn’t mean to do it. He got so ANGRY. 

Surely she already knew he was dangerous. It wasn’t as if she’d never seen him in battle before. Wasn’t as if she didn’t know there was something wrong with him. But he tried so hard to keep himself on a leash. Even in battle, he held himself back as much as he could. He needed to hide the darker side of himself. Hide it from everyone, not just her. Though from her especially. He never wanted to scare her. Did he scare her now ？

HE DID IT FOR HER. The corpse on the ground. It was for her. From across the battlefield, he could sense it. He smelled her fear & then her blood. The enemy in front of him dropped dead in an instant, and he was at Babette’s side before he could even blink. Snarling like a rabid dog, he tore her aggressor to shreds, limbs ripped off & guts spilled out. He all but bathed in their blood, and they were dead long before he stopped.  

Wild-eyed, he stared at her as he loomed over the dead body. Panting heavily, red dripping from every part of him; his mouth, his hands, his clothes. His tail batted at the ground, fingers twitching as if he were ITCHING FOR MORE. 

❝ I’m sorry . . . ❞ he rasped. I LOVE YOU. Without thinking, he stepped closer, hands open in front of him as if trying to coax a scared animal. 

                      ❝ Please- Please don’t be afraid of me. ❞