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unholyplumpprincess · 4 years ago

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Of Wolves and Ravens

Lobahound won the poll, and @candy-diick suggested breeding between the two of them. And y’all know I’m a slut for that.

Summary: Bloodhound brings up a kink expecting Loba to maybe laugh at them. Turns out she’s just as into it and has been thinking about it for awhile.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Loba/Bloodhound

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Loba is a trans gal and mentions of her on hormones + having had surgeries are here. verbiage for Loba is cock/dick, Bloodhound has a vulva, breeding kink, mentions of future family planning/pregnancy, Loba refers to herself as Mama but it’s not a mommy kink, Hound is possessive, Bloodhound headcanons + their body mods are mentioned

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“Beloved, you need not indulge in something just because I am interested-”

“Hound, my beautiful pup, what on earth has led you to believe that I am not just as interested?”

Oh?

Oh.

Loba sits cross legged on the floor with Bloodhound behind her. Her nightwear consisting of a red lace bralette and some tiny, tight black shorts and her hair pulled into a singular long one that Bloodhound had just spent the last thirty minutes working on. They had been quietly talking amongst each other. The conversation had switched to...sexual ideas and preferences, something that Loba found easy to discuss and Bloodhound had slowly been learning to talk about with her guidance.

Bloodhound’s face flushes red behind her. Sitting on their knees and finishing off her braid with a small rubber band. They can’t help but softly scoff in a flustered manner at her words, pushing a hand through their own curls to flip it to one side in a small nervous tick. “You have never brought it up before-”

“And neither have you.” Loba quickly counters back, turning her head to the side to peer at them out of the corner of her eye. She moves slowly, turning around to face them until she’s on all fours, resting a hand on either side of their hips on the floor and forcing Bloodhound to lean back against the bed to let her get into their personal space. Anyone else might be snarled at or told to move, but she moves gently, carefully as her gem-like brown eyes flicker down to where Bloodhound is biting their plump bottom lip.

~Rest under the cut~

“Sweetheart, you’ll draw blood.” Loba croons softly, reaching up with one hand to cup their cheek, smoothing her thumb over their lower lip until Bloodhound releases it with a huff through their nose. “You’re sweet to be concerned. But I can’t think of anything more I’d like to do than fill you with some pups, hm? We’d make beautiful children together, don’t you agree?”

Words are caught in their throat. Loba is playing her dangerous game, a smirk on her own lips when she notes how their good eye flickers to the side in embarrassment. Ridiculous, they think, rendered almost helpless by their girlfriend and a little bit of teasing. That was one of their delights to see her blush. But now, she’s got them caught like prey in their own bedroom.

They both know biological children would be near impossible. Loba had been taking E near all her life, only going for surgeries when she wanted them. Small adjustments she wanted like bigger breasts or ensuring she could still get hard. She’d told Bloodhound about this, just as they had told her they had the blessing to go on hormones as well when they were younger, and later in life stopped. In the end they both were happy in their own bodies, in their own different ways.

Loba wanted a family, Bloodhound knew this and wanted that life as well. If there was even a chance of actual pregnancy, that would be a joy for them both-

“You’re overthinking, baby.” Loba murmurs, moving her way into their lap to straddle their powerful thighs with her own. She’s gentle, cupping their face and leaning in until Bloodhound tilts their head fondly and as a quiet consent to let her press a kiss gently to their forehead. “Is the mood ruined? We can try to discuss this another time?”

Bloodhound could laugh at her. She was so kind to them, so patient. They like to imagine they were the same way to her. Both of them had similar pasts- families ripped from them. Trauma and grief following. Bloodhound sighs softly, gently tipping their head into her palm until they can press a kiss there softly. “The mood has not been ruined, ástin mín, I assure you.”

“Good!” Loba perks up, a bright, beautiful smile splitting across her face. She moves the hand that’s been kissed to tuck a few of their crimson curls behind their ear, gently cupping their cheek once more. “Now. Be a good dog and stick out your tongue for me, hm?”

There’s only a moment of pause before Bloodhound parts their lips, letting their tongue loll out to show their split tongue and the gold piercings through each. Loba moans softly at just the sight, leaning in and meeting them in a kiss tongue first, slowly guiding them through it so she can lick softly into their mouth. Smoothing her tongue across their split and over their canines until Bloodhound lets out a shaky sigh, their hands falling to her wide hips to grip her.

Loba’s hand soon finds its way into their hair, pulling at the root and making Bloodhound tilt their head back with a soft growl. She matches the sound with a soft moan, licking her way back into their mouth in slow, soft motions. Sitting herself higher as she tips their head back, letting their hands wander up from her hips to over the soft flesh of her curves where their nails threaten lightly.

“Mmh, good dog,” Loba sighs against their mouth when she pulls back. Her tinted chapstick smeared lightly across their still parted lips as they pant softly. She can’t help but grin at their lidded expression, her other hand not holding their hair back tracing down their neck to the collar of their shirt. “Why don’t you be good for Mama and get on the bed?”

It’s not a real question, they know that. Bloodhound can’t help but want to obey. She made it easy sometimes, especially on days like this they almost felt the need to try and overtake. She’s gentle and coaxing, kissing now at their exposed neck and gently nipping in a non-rushed manner. A sigh leaves their lips when she moves out of their lap, allowing them to move onto the bed and lie on their back so she can follow.

Loba takes her time getting them naked. Her face always so full of joy when she pulls up their top, followed by their sports bra. Cupping their breasts in her hands and sighing softly as her thumbs move across their pierced nipples, gold bars with ruby gems on the ends. A gift from her. “So beautiful. I cannot wait to see these fatten up with milk, can’t you?” Her voice is a tease as she gently rolls their nipples, her eyes lighting up when their hips press upwards into hers near instantly with a soft moan.

“What was that, baby? I didn’t quite catch that.” She teases once again, leaning down so she can lick over a nipple before latching on. Bloodhound’s reaction is always so intense from their sensitivity, one hand quickly coming to her head to press on the back in an encouraging manner. The other clenching the sheets as their hips rock upwards again to try and get friction.

“L-Loba-” They whimper out when she bites lightly. A hiss leaves them when she tugs at the other one, humming against their flesh cheekily at her name until they take the hint. “Yes- yes I want to- hhhnnh- to be bred by you-”

“That’s what I thought you said.” Loba beams at them, releasing their nipple to kiss down their torso, taking the time to purposefully kiss at their navel piercing as well- another jewelry gift from her- and kissing down their happy trail. Bloodhound can’t help but watch, entranced when she reaches their boyshorts and starts to pull them off.

She always looks so hungry when she sees them, licking her lips and sighing against their wet flesh and making them shiver. Bloodhound’s already soaking wet, the dark red curls there soaked on their lower lips and their fat, large clit peeking out. It only takes one press of her manicured hand on their mound to pull back the hood to reveal it in its entirety.

“So wet for me already, darling?” Loba teases, scooting herself a bit backwards until she can lie down. Bloodhound’s eyes follow her ass for a brief moment, nearly considering asking her if they could breed her, but they quickly file that away for later when their eyes meet hers again. Able to catch her tongue moving from their hole all the way to their clit in a low swipe. Their face flushes when she moans, turning their head to the side with a shaky exhale.

Loba knows just how to tear them apart. Her motions are precise, all the way to the way she seals her plump lips around their clit. Flicking her tongue with just enough pressure until Bloodhound’s letting out soft growls, reaching down to press her head down against them. She doesn’t resist their motions when they start to fuck her face, but they can feel her smirk against them, humming lightly at the attention and sending shocks through them.

One of her hands is pressing at their inner thigh to keep them open, and when they finally get the strength to look down, they can see her eyes are closed. Her eyebrows knitted in pleasure, her body lightly turned to the side and her shorts happily discarded elsewhere. They watch her with a soft growl of possessiveness arising in their body as she wraps a hand around her pretty cock, pumping in time with the way they hump her face.

“So beautiful,” Bloodhound sighs out at the sight of her. Loba’s eyes flutter halfway when she hears them, her own cheeks flushing a soft red and a huff exhaling through her nose. She squeezes at the reddened head just as they press her down to roll their hips up against her face. They can’t help but moan for her, “Do you wish to breed me, beloved? Become a mommy?”

Loba’s moan is instant against them, her eyes squeezing back shut and eyebrows knitting. Her hand moves from stroking herself to gently squeeze at the base, and just like that they’re both moving near frantically.

Loba starts to move them, but Bloodhound quickly moves and pins her down. Their lips find her exposed neck, pressing a kiss there before they press their teeth against her and begin to suck a bruise there. A cry leaves her lips of their name, and they can’t think properly as they straddle her hips. Reaching down to find her cock, positioning her as they sink down onto her with her moans crooning into their ear.

“Ah- Hound, sweetheart, let me-” She’s whimpering out, but Bloodhound snarls against her flesh. The feeling is too strong as they sit up, grabbing her wrists in one hand and holding them above her head. They delight in how her head throws to the side, her hips pressing up into theirs and her ankles dug into the bed as the control is stripped from her. She looked beautiful like this, even more so when her eyes slide half open and she looks at them with a pout when she realizes what’s happened.

“Say please.” Bloodhound coos down to her, rolling their hips once before starting to fuck themself on her. She always felt so good, her cock not so large, maybe an average six inches but had a beautiful curve that left them wanting more. They swallow down their own moan just to hear hers. Feeling her wrists flex under their grip where she tries to pull them out to no avail.

“Do you wish to cum inside me, litli úlfur?” Bloodhound croons out, their voice shaky as they bounce their hips on her. Feeling their wetness keeping them slick and feeling the harsh throb of Loba inside of them as she gasps out. Her head falls back, exposing her throat and they want nothing more than to leave more than just one bruise. Mark her. Their territory.

Loba’s cries out, and Bloodhound takes that time to slam their hips down once more. Feeling their own throbbing as they ache to cum, but it’s worth it to watch her eyes fly open, her lips parted to pant and confusion and desperation written across her face.

“I am afraid I did not hear you, my love.” Bloodhound manages to get out in the same mocking tone she had done earlier. That in itself is a delight when Loba groans, her arms straining again but they keep her easily pinned.

“Pl...” Loba starts, her eyes flickering around the room. Begging was never her style- asking for things was hard for her. But when Bloodhound rolls their hips and moans softly for her, she finds it in her to whimper out, “Please let me cum inside of you, baby, please? Please, let me fill you with pups, you’ll be so beautiful so swollen, puppy, please-”

It’s possibly the best thing Bloodhound’s heard.

They release her wrists and she’s immediately scrambling for them. They move so their forearms frame her head, meeting her mouth in her desperate kiss. One of her hands fists into their hair, the other falling to their ass to claw and grab them so she can fuck up into them desperately.

She’s the first to cum, whining into their mouth and parting her lips. Her head falls back and they take the opportunity to quickly leave more bruises, slamming their hips down to meet her thrusts as warmth fills them. It’s with a snarl against her throat does Bloodhound cum moments after, their heart pounding and hips grinding against hers to ride it out.

When Bloodhound moves back to sit up, they’re satisfied to see five new bruises littering Loba’s neck. She must be happy too, her own hands running up and down their back where her nails had raked over their flesh in turn. But when Bloodhound starts to move to get off her and clean up, she grabs their hips to hold them still with a pout. “You have to wait for it to take.”

Her voice sounds...hopeful. Her eyes pleading until they smile softly at her, gently moving their body until they can lie atop her once more and hold their weight up. It’s worth it to hear her hum happily, winding her arms around them and playing with their hair with a satisfied sigh.

Whatever Loba wanted, she got.

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crysta-cub · 4 years ago

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Crysta’s Lamia Experience: Pop goes the Lamia

We've moved into our new house, things are getting settled. Now who is leaving random Pringles cans around. Seems some trickery is afoot and mysteries to be solved as we welcome 3 new members.

(I figured I'd do my own adoption scenario with this one as I had something very specific imagined for the new members. Plus it gives @vex-bittys a break and a chance to read something fun, with a little sadness, but happy endings.)

AO3

I’m working on one of the last boxes of knick-knacks that I have collected over the years. Just things that felt to have meaning to me or just appeased my aesthetic. We’ve been in the new home for a few weeks now and definitely had a few misadventures.

Third day in to living here, while I was starting to teach Munchkin how to swim in the big pool, Hero managed to accidentally fall in. Waves began to form as Hero thrashed about in a panic. I quickly got Munchkin out of the pool before shifting into a crimson red Dragon and helped Hero to right himself in the shallow end. Turns out Hero takes after his King lamia side and never learned how to swim. As a hatchling, Hero had a bad experience in a river, his heritage made swimming difficult for him and he feared drowning. I helped him out of the pool, using my dragon breath to help dry and warm him up. I nuzzled his cheekbone and encouraged him that there was no shame in having a fear of the water and if he was ever ready, I’d be more than happy to help teach him to swim. Maybe watching a few more lessons with Munchkin might help encourage him.

On the eighth day, Eevee managed to bolt out of the house while I was out grocery shopping. I arrived home to a tale of Hero attempting to chase down the agile pup, who found a rabbit to chase after. Guardian and Moonstone attempted to call her home with treats and squeakers. Unfortunately Eevee’s focus was all on the chase. She nearly followed the rabbit into its hole. Hero managed to catch her, picking up the wiggly pup as she whined to get back to the rabbit hole. Both of them needed a bath that evening.

On the tenth day, we had to instil a curfew for Guardian’s wandering. He got the whole household worried when he stayed out past midnight. It didn’t sit well with Butterscotch who deemed that the young Chain should go without dessert for the rest of the week. Guardian attempted to smoothe things by offering a shiny rock and a half wilted flower he found. Butterscotch stood his ground and threatened to add another week.

Butterscotch finally allowed the twins out of their room on the fourteenth day. Nightwish, the little red Honey-bo rode on Butterscotch’s back while Tempest rode on Alpha’s back. The pair showed their offspring around the house, the twins peeping and chirping in delight. There was a tense moment when it came time for the twins to meet Eevee, Hero having to hold the eager pup back so she didn’t rush at them with her enthusiasm. Once she got her sniffs in, she laid down and gave small gentle licks on the baby lamia’s heads, much to Butterscotch’s approval.

After all the excitement, Butterscotch and Alpha had Guardian and Moonstone sit on the couch and gave them the opportunity to hold their little siblings. Tempest squirmed wildly in Guardian’s grasp, grabbing his face and the fur that lined his jack and pulling while Nightwish curled up in Moonstone’s arms, giggling at the face’s the Papython made. Munchkin was placed between the two pairs. He glanced from Tempest and Nightwish, eye-lights growing wide with wonder. Munchkin looked up at Hero and proudly declared “I pr-tect bro-ters!”

Now here we are, the last box to be unpacked. As I’m putting a dragon statue onto one of the shelves, I pause and blink at the random can of Pringles sitting in front of the books. I don’t recall placing a can there, nor snacking on them recently. “Hero, did you have any Pringle recently?” He’s pretty much the only one who would be able to reach that height.

Hero slither’s around the kitchen island, donning his Hiss the Cook apron that I got for him not too long ago. He looked at the cylinder and shook his head. “I didn’t even know we had any.”

I hummed curiously, putting my statue down before picking up the Pringle can, feeling some weight to it. I glanced from the can to Hero, back to it before raising my other hand and began to open the lid.

“raaaaaaar!” Out sprung out a Bitty-sized Coral, springing out of the canister much like those snakes in a can gag toy.

I shriek, startled enough to jump backwards, tripping over a pair of my boots that magically appeared right behind me. Swiftly, Hero lunges forward to catch me before I hit the floor. The Coral laughs his fool head off, hanging halfway out of the can. I look at him in surprise until I hear another chuckle, causing Hero and I to look down at my boots. Sprawled out of the fallen boot laid a gently chuckling Bitty-sized Corny, looking very pleased with himself

I looked stunned at the two laughing comedians until a chuckle began to build. “There’s a snake in my boot!” I laughed out as the Corny gave me double finger guns. I hear another chuckle coming from the hallway and turned to revealed Guardian peaking around the corner, watching the show.

“Guardian, do you know something about this.” I hold up the still laughing Coral in the Pringles can.

Guardian blushed at being caught, slithering forward with a sheepish smile. He was holding a long stick with something round tied up in some cloth at the end. “Maybe.”

I give him a look as Hero pulls me to sit on his coils.

“don’t keep your momma waitin’ kid” the Corny comment, I never saw him move but he was just chilling on one of Hero’s coils.

Guardian sighed, scratching the back of his head as he came forward. “Well, I was out in the woodsss when I saw a moussse and thought I could try hunting it. I followed after it asss quietly asss Alpha ssshowed me and when I thought I was clossse enough to ssstrike, I wasssn’t the only one to get him. The Coral sssaid it was hisss mousse while I ssstood firm that it wasss mine. We went back and forth that it was mine and hisss and then he sssaid it was mine and I accidentally sssaid it was hisss and he sssaid,”

“finally youssse sssee it my way” The Coral barked a laugh as I placed him next to the Corny.

Guardian nodded and continued to “and he took the mousse. I was ssshocked and sssaid that he cheated. He then threatened to fight me for it, sssaid that he and hisss mate hadn’t ssseen prey in about a week.” The Corny waved at the mention of being the mate. “Ssso we ssstarted talking and the Corny came out of the bussshesss with a sssatchel.”

“he told usss all about ya all.” The Coral reached down to grab the satchel on a stick from Guardian. “he invited usss for a meal. maybe a warm place to sssleep for a night.”

“if it’sss ok with ya, i believe the kid called ya Crysssta.” The Corny leaned against the Coral. He peaked into the satchel and seemed satisfied by what he saw before pulling it close and curled his tail around it.

“After I invited them we kept talking and came up with the prank.” Guardian mentions, swaying innocently. “Wanted to make a grand entrance.”

I looked them over, both lamias looked low on magic, even if they had a mouse meal before coming over. They definitely looked to be in rough shape for wild lamias. “I don’t mind you guys staying for a bit. Will have to talk to the others to make sure they are ok with guests.” I look up at Hero. “How do you feel about it?”

Hero glanced down at the two bitties. “I hasss no problem, ssso long as you don’t make Crysssta trip again. Or bring harm to anyone elssse here.”

“promissse no harm.” Corny crosses over his chest.

“ssso long asss no harm comesss to usss.” The Coral positioned himself in front of both the Corny and the satchel.

Hero smiled at that. “You’re sssafe here.”

I noticed the Coral relax a bit, glancing back at the Corny. The Corny returned a thumbs up and a yawn. “Guardian, help them pick out one of the spare rooms. I’ll have Moonstone bring some blankets for them. I need to go speak with Alpha and Butterscotch.”

Guardian nodded and helped them off of Hero’s coils. Once they had gone down the hall, Hero helps me up and we both head towards Alpha and Butterscotch’s room. “Crysssta, I think they have…”

“Yea, I noticed it too. We’ll talk to Alpha and Butterscotch about it.” I smirked back at Hero, taking his hand as we entered the room. I knocked on the doorframe, letting the occupants know we were there. Alpha’s head peaked out of a nest, hood raised in curiosity before ducking back down to talk to the other adult in the nest.

Both Butterscotch and Alpha emerged to greet us. Munchkin peaked from the nest, laying protectively around the smaller lamias, in a near perfect mimic of Alpha. Sleepy peeps could be heard from the blankets, warming both Hero’s and my souls, Hero squeezing my hand.

Not wanting to beat around the bush, I sit down in front of the two Lamias and announce. “Well, it looks like we have guests, Guardian found a Corny and Coral pair. They look to be in rough shape so they’ll at least be staying with us for the night.”

Butterscotch held up a hand, “at leassst?” He said suspiciously.

“We sssussspect that they may have an egg with them. Their magic is low.” Hero informs the pair.

“Low magic isssn’t good for egg development.” Alpha filled in as I nodded.

“I want to offer them a refuge, at least til the egg hatches.” I inform them.

“You’ll get attached.” Butterscotch accused.

“I won’t force them to live here. But an easy supply of food for a while could help them. I want to give them a fighting chance.” I pleaded. “But if they want to make this a home, the house is large enough, or they can continue to live in our woods and stop by for food when needed.”

Butterscotch sighed. “this family isss just going to keep getting bigger, isssn’t it.”

“It doesn’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable. You two were my first lamias, the ones to begin this here family we have going. I’m not going to do anything that would make you unhappy.” I kneel down, rubbing Butterscotch’s back the way I know he likes.

Butterscotch nods, leaning into my touch. Alpha takes Butterscotch’s hands in his own, thumbs working to soothe over his carpels. “We’ll check them out, play it by ear. Besssidesss, you alwaysss sssaid you wanted a big family.” He kissed the Honey-bo’s suddenly blushing cheekbones.

“i ment between you and me. back at Vex’sss, before all thisss. I’m ssstill getting ussse to Hero, no offence.”

Hero bows, “None taken.”

“And you can still have your big family,” I assured, “This land is plenty big, we shouldn’t see any crowding, no matter what happens.”

Suddenly there was a frantic rapping at the door. Hero rushes over to open it, seeing Guardian huffing against the frame. “The Coral… he… he collapsed.”

I’m up on my feet in seconds, going around the room gathering monster candies, a few spare blankets and one of the extra heat pads. “Hero, go to the kitchen, warm up some broth and cut up some chicken for our guests and get the first aid kit.” Hero nods and heads out the door.

Butterscotch shortcuts onto my shoulder. “i’m coming with. to sssee them myself.” He turns to face his mate. “watch the babiesss.” Alpha looked to want to argue when Butterscotch settles in a look. Alpha agrees and moves back to the nest.

“Alright, Guardian, take us to them.” I walk briskly to the door.

“Mama Crysssta, don’t tell them, but I peeked into their bag, they have an egg in it.” Guardian wrings his hands together, looking every bit guilty.

“It’s alright, we’ve guessed that to be the case.” I leaned down to pet his skull. “Which room are they in?”

“They wanted one that was towardsss the back, wanted a private ssspace.” Guardian began to lead me to the lamias.

We rushed into the room, Moonstone is already in there, attempting to use healing magic on the Coral. The Corny is laid up next to him, trying to share his magic with the unconscious lamia with the satchel held at the base of his tail. I sat down next to them, petting Moonstone’s head to get his attention. “Thank you for trying, Moony, we got this now.” Moonstone nodded, wiping the tears that rolled down his cheekbones.

Guardian rushed over and hugged Moonstone, using his sleeves to dry his tears before bringing him into a hug.

The Corny looked up at me, hand rubbing over the Coral’s chest. “I don’t know what happened. he wasss fine one moment and out the next. Sssorry, don’t mean to be trouble.”

“It’s alright, we have everything to help him.” I plugged in the heating pad and placed one of the blankets over it, creating a nest. Carefully I pick up both lamias and their carry-on and place them on the warm nest. The Corny appeared nervous until he noticed I was cradling the satchel securely. “Don’t worry, I won’t drop your egg.”

“How did you…” The Corny sits up and pulls the covered egg closer, a bit of the shell peaked out of the satchel.

“I saw the glow earlier, Hero could tell as well.” I mentioned, noticing Guardian trying to hide his relief. “Before today, how long has it been since you both last ate?”

“just a few weeksss.” the Corny curls against the Coral.

“it’s been longer than that, hasssn’t it?” Butterscotch slithers off my arm and onto the nest, keeping a respectful distance. “A lamia wouldn’t collapssse like this unlessssss it been a lot longer than that.”

“well, maybe.” The Corny seemed to curl in on himself, appearing lost in memory. “I know for me it’s only been that long, assside from the moussse Coral had given me today. he... he sssaid he ate already, both today and the last time he caught sssome dragonflies. but i’ve been sssuspicious that he hasssn’t, not sssince…” He hugged the egg like a precious teddy bear.

Me and Butterscotch exchanged a look. “may i?” Butterscotch asked, arms wide in an offering of a hug, surprising me. The Corny looked up and nodded. Butterscotch approached and hugged the Corny.

“i can’t lossse him too. i can’t lossse him after our Pygmy mate. it’s just too sssoon.” The Corny began to tremble in Butterscotch’s arms, who tightened his hold.

Hero arrived with a tray and the first aid kit. I take both of them, glad to see that Hero had grabbed a dropper to help the unconscious Coral drink until he could on his own. I place the plate of chicken near the Corny.

Carefully I lift the Coral up and dripped some broth into his mouth, half of which spills out and onto the blanket, the other half swallowed down, the glow in his soul brightens momentarily from the broth.

“the egg, was it the Pygmy’sss.” Butterscotch broke the silence.

“yea,” the Corny nearly choked out, watching as I continued to carefully feed the Coral. “it’sss the only thing that sssurvived when we were attacked by sssome hungry bird. I did my best to protect the nest, Pygmy and Coral were coming back from a hunt and Pygmy zipped over to protect me…” The Corny fell silent, my heart ached to hear the story.

I felt Hero squeeze my shoulders. I fished out some monster candy and handed it to the Corny and Butterscotch. “This will help, I’m sure you’ll need a bit of a boost.”

The Corny’s sockets widened. “I haven’t had once sssince the collector’s” He takes it and eats it. “it’sss just asss good asss I remember.”

“Collector’sss?” Hero asked.

“we weren’t alwaysss wild. honessstly we kinda sssucked at it. Coral hunted better with Pygmy. Pygmy would chassse down the prey while Coral would wait for the prey to come close and dispatch it. we ate better, live better with him.” Corny reached out and grabbed the Coral’s hand. “honessstly, I haven’t heard him laugh sssince we lost Pygmy. it was Coral’sss idea to leave the collector, I think he blamed himssself for Pygmy’s de- death. sssure the collector feed usss and gave us tanksss to live in and kept them clean. but there was no love, no attachment. he even ssstole eggsss from wild bittiesss.”

Corny glanced over at Moonstone and Guardian, giving a lazy smile. “you two actually remind me of the one time, two hatchlingsss essscaped. the collector was ssso happy to have finally gotten a Chain, until the Chain broke out and ssstole a papython hatchling. they both sssqueazed through a crack. Coral got the idea to essscape after that. took sssome time to plan it. they would have been your age by now. ”

Moonstone and Guardian looked at the Corny with wide eyes and then at each other.

“Guardian, Moonstone?” I nudge questioningly.

“Wasss that the ssscary place we left?” Moonstone asked, almost sounding haunted.

“I guessssss. All I remember is my sssoul calling for you and telling me to run.” Guardian blinked before looking up at me. “Jussst like my sssoul told me to get you when Moonssstone was ssstuck.”

I blink at the two, surprised. I remember asking them when they were younger where they came from and they’d either shrugged or said something about a scary place. Never in my imagination would I figure out where they’d come from and how they didn’t have parents. Someone stealing them would make sense. I wonder if Vex knows about this.

The Corny let out a hollow laugh. “ain’t thisss a sssmall world then.” He sighed, now more being held up by Butterscotch as he watched for any change in the Coral. The Coral’s soul was glowing brighter, the heating pad doing it’s job to warm him up.

“Corny, we want to offer you two and your egg a home, here, with usss.” Butterscotch began to speak, again surprising me in the best ways. “won’t need to hunt here, unlessssss you want to. you’ll be warm and sssafe and your hatchling can grow up here. already have two little buddiesss for him. what do you sssay?”

The Corny looked up at him, tears brimming in his sockets. “ssseriously?” Butterscotch nodded at him. The Corny looked at his Coral companion. “i... i don’t know if…”

“i’d like to ssstay ‘ere.” The Coral slowly opened his sockets and looked over at the Corny, a weak smile etching his face. “I can be ssso lazy the human will feed me.”

With energy not known for a Corny, the said bitty launched himself into the Coral’s arms. The Coral gave a few low chuckles, carefully moving the egg so it wasn’t squished between them. After a moment of being hugged, the Coral pushed the Corny to arms reach and gave him a look. “do i sssmell candy on ya?”

The Corny grinned at the Coral. “are ya sssayin’ i’m too sssweet for ya?”

“no way. i want sssome.” the Coral demanded.

“Sure, but I think I’ll have to break it up for you.” I begin to dig one out.

“oh, fu-oof” The Coral glared at the Corny who gestured to the egg. The Coral rolled his eyelights before looking up at me. “i want teh whole thing in my mouth.”

I chuckle before explaining how with his low magic he should only take a little at a time. I hand the candy to Hero who breaks it into four equal pieces. I give him a questioning look, which he returns with a dashing smile. I shake my head at him before offering a quarter of the candy. The Coral eats it greedily, belching afterwards.

“Well, if you’re planning to stay, how about some names? I noticed you haven’t referred to each other by name, so I’m assuming you don’t have any.” Both shook their heads. “Got any ideas of names you’d want?”

The Coral huffed while the Corny patted his head. “nah, give usss your best ssshot kid.”

I give him an indignant look. “I’m not a kid.” I began to think… and think… and… nothing’s coming up. I sigh, flopping against Hero’s coil, leaning against his warm belly. Mmmm warm… noo, I have to come up with names. Soon enough I throw my hands in the air and spouted “Who’s on first, what’s on second, I don’t know is on third.” Butterscotch, Moonstone and Guardian chuckle, knowing that I’ll say that when I haven’t a clue.

Both the Corny’s and Coral’s eye-light widen at that and they proceed to perform the entire skit. They had us chuckling for a good while.

“That’s perfect. Abbott” I point to the Corny “And Costello” I directed my finger over to the Coral.

The newly dubbed Costello gave Abbott a cheeky grin, “heeeey Abbott.” He called out, a mirror of the line from Robinhood: Men in tights. Abbott chuckled and leaned in close to Costello before whispering “I hate that guy.” before planting a kiss on the Coral.

‘That was tooo cute.’ I mentally scream, I feel Hero chuckle behind me. Guess he can feel me fawning over the two new lamias.

Once they broke the kiss, Castello gave Abbott a look then looked up at me. “hey, why’d i do i got ta be the dumb one?”

Abbott turned Castello to look back at him, “hey, i told ya a million timesss, Cassstello was really the sssmart one of the two.” Castello seemed satisfied with that.

“alright, but i’ll only accept on one condition.” Castello really seemed ready to keep pushing for more things, even if he looked ready to go back to sleep. Abbott gave him a curious look. Castello glanced at the egg, then at me. “Sssure, we’ll be Abbott and Cassstello, but our hatchling getsss an extra ssspecial name. Our Pygmy partner…” He took a deep breath before continuing. Also was he conscious for the whole conversation? “ya sssee, he had thessse odd markingsss, looked like he had bushy brows and a stash. kept callin’ him Groucho fer it, he hated it… kinda. he alwaysss laughed after yellin’ at me. this egg, he’sss gonna be jussst like him. can feel it in mah bonesss. gotta name him Marx.”

I smile warmly at that sentiment. “I can accept that. A little Groucho Marx. I like it.” I lean forward offering my finger for them to shake. “Well, welcome to the family, Abbott, Costello and Marx. Curious, which one of you is the father?”

Both Abbott and Costello looked at each other and shrugged, “don’t know,” Abbott said, yawning as he leaned into Costello “don’t care.” Costello finished, draping an arm over Abbott and tucking him in close. Costello looked up at me, “can I have more of mah candy?”

I chuckle and hand him the next quarter, the candy going down like the first, swallowed whole and followed with a belch. Abbott’s tail curls around Costello, the egg nestled between the two lamias. “I don’t think I have ever seen such a cuddly Coral before.” I teased, just couldn’t help myself.

Costello huffed indignantly. “i don’t know what yer talkin’ about. i’m taking care of mah mate.”

Abbott nuzzled his chest. “he makesss a good full body pillow.”

I smile, offering my hand to let Butterscotch climb aboard. “We’ll let you guys settle in. The chicken is for you guys, just take it slow so you don’t overwhelm your magic. Same with the monster candy. Feel free to ask anyone of us if you need anything.” I motioned for Moonstone and Guardian to follow before I grabbed Hero’s hand to lead him out.

Hero caught Eevee before she could rush into the room to meet the new members of the household, picking her up as she wiggled and whined. I closed the door and turned towards Moonstone and Guardian, bending down to give them both a big hug. “I’m so glad that I found you two when I did. You two are just so special to me. Why don’t you two take Eevee out to play, she still has a lot of energy to work out.”

Moonstone and Guardian nodded in unison before they each pecked a kiss on my cheeks. Hero set Eevee down and Guardian challenged the pup to a race. Before we knew it, they were racing down the hall and out to the fenced in backyard.

As I straightened, I could feel Hero wrap his arms around me. I began to laugh, “Oh mah gawd, you all are just being super snuggly today.” I let him nuzzle against my head, raising a hand to scritch just under his chin. “Alright, as much as I love a good cuddle we still have one more thing to take care of. Let's go back to Butterscotch’s room.”

Hero nods and lifts me up in his arms. I sigh in amusement. I glance over to Butterscotch and rub his back. “Thank you, Scotchy, for inviting them into our family. That was very nice of you.” Butterscotch only nodded, wiggling when I decided to poke his side. “I though Alpha was suppose to be the leader of you guys?”

Butterscotch squirmed before giving me a sly look, crossing his arms. “only if he wantsss to sssleep on the couch.” He says as we enter his room.

“What did I do?” Alpha perked his head up as he was handing Munchkin some meat from their mini fridge.

Butterscotch smiled at him as I helped him down. He slithered over to Alpha before wrapping his arms around him. “nothing yet, love. but i’m glad you know when i’m threatening you.” He planted a kiss on Alpha’s cheekbones. “We’ve added three more to the family, I’m not letting them back out there.” Alpha gave Butterscotch a curious look. “i’ll explain later.”

Hero sits me on his coils as I dig out my phone, I dialed up Vex’s number and gave the Lamia Bitty shop keeper a call. “Hey, Vex, It’s Crysta. I wanted to let you know we had come upon a situation here at the new place. Guardian found some bitty sized lamia’s in the woods that were in rough shape. A Corny and Coral couple with their departed Pygmy’s egg. Apparently they were a trio before a hungry bird attacked and the Pygmy sacrificed himself to save them. It looks like they will be here to stay. We’ve named the Corny Abbot, the Coral Costello and their soon to hatch lamia Marx in honor of their third mate. Apparently the Pygmy had some odd markings that made him look like Groucho Marx.”

I take a deep breath, collecting my thoughts. “They did bring up something concerning, They said they used to belong to a collector of some sort. They mentioned that the collector was somehow stealing eggs from wild lamias. I’m sure you’d want to find out about them. It seems the collector just gives them their base needs but keeps them like display items. I may have an idea of where this person is located. We think that the collector is why Guardian and Moonstone didn’t have parents or owners when I found them. The Corny remembered two hatchlings that matched them escaping before they did. All Guardian and Moonstone remember is a scary place they had to run from when they became soul bonded. I’m not too sure how far those two traveled before I found them, but the collector may live near that beach.” I give Vex directions to the beach and wish her luck.

After hanging up I lean back against Hero, feeling him wrap his arms around me, Mmmm warm.

Hero seemed to be in thought, before resting his head against my shoulder. “I wasss thinking about the ssstoriesss you’ve ssshared about Guardian. It ssseemsss he hasss a knack of finding lost sssoulsss.”

I chuckle and nod in agreement. “It does seem to be the case. Guardian, Protector of lost souls. Has a nice ring to it.”

“Oh ssstars don’t give that kid a bigger ego.” Alpha sighs

“Oh I think he’s deserved a little ego boost.” I teased.

Beyond the door, two young lamias have their heads pressed against the door, while Eevee lays nearby watching them, tail giving a slow wag. Guardian has the biggest grin and only stopped wiggling when Moonstone wrapped his tail around his. Moonstone presses a kiss against Guardian’s cheek before pulling him away from the door towards Eevee, decreeing that they did enough eavesdropping.

It would be later in the night that Marx, a bitty Pygmy, decided to hatch from his shell, according to the proud parents, he’s the spitting image of their departed mate, same markings and all. Obviously I’m sending adorable pictures to Vex. Seems the hatchling was waiting for a safe place to hatch.

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“Déjà vu.” | Baekhyun (m) Teacher!AU |Chapter 4:

“Déjà vu.” | Baekhyun (m) Teacher!AU |Chapter 4: Title: “Touch, warm, melt, lips.”

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst (maybe) Warnings: Smut/Language Word count: 4k (woah)

Summary: Your new obsession as of late has been masturbating sessions when your favorite cam boy is live-streaming . But too bad some nights you’ve got too much homework due from your Psychology teacher to watch your oh so hot cam boy.

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Waking up the next day was a left you sore, your back popped along with a few other bones in need of stretching. Your back felt warm as Baekhyun’s arm itself draped over your body, his head leaning on the pillow by yours. The sun rays through the curtain fell over both of your entangled bodies, low music was filling the room. “Your body is so soft, I didn’t think you would feel so good climaxing on my fingers last night.” Baekhyun’s lips grazed your ear, your cheeks instantly turned crimson. “I-“ “And your thighs are so strong, I thought you would’ve crushed my head if I didn’t stop you.” “Baekhyun shut up!” You nudge his stomach and he lets out a grown, he tugs your arm to turn you around and you lazily oblige.

“Is there something you need?” You joke, pinching his adorable tummy fat, he grabs your wrist and glares at you.

“I need you.” He rolls on top of you and you’re instantly crushed by his weight.

“I need you to give me a massage.” He groans, his breath fanning your face. You push him back onto the bed and you sit up to scoff, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed.

“You need a massage? Yeah right, what about me? I’m going to need one after last n-“ You slap your hand over your mouth to physically stop the words coming out of your mouth. Realization was finally settling in. You just fucked the man that has the hugest crush on you and he’s just laying in your bed.

“What about you?” You could hear the smirk begin to form on his lips, Baekhyun’s hands rested on your hip. His delicate fingers tapping on your skin.

“N-nothing.” You stretch, popping some stiff bones here and there. You stand, wincing at the ache between your legs. You almost fall back onto the bed, but then you see the shit eating grin ok Baekhyun’s lips.

“Shut it, bitch boy.”

Baekhyun laughs at your response, almost choking.

“Bitch boy?” He repeats your words.

You hum a response and laugh while throwing on his shirt that covers enough of you to slip into the kitchen.

Baekhyun’s car was nice, really nice. He drove you both to class, with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the arm rest. It was hot to say the least, his veins bulged from his forearm, and his expensive watch decorated his wrist. You couldn’t help but to gnaw on your lip in anticipation. What would your relationship be like after sex?

“Baekhyun?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have any kinks?” You asked as if it was a normal question.

Baekhyun accidentally breaks too hard and you both jerk forward.

“Y/n you can’t do this to me,” He says seriously, “My dick will get too hard at the thought of what I could to do you.” There’s a pause before he continues.

“I’ll let you discover my kinks. How about that?” His lips turn into a grin and you know you’re in for it the next time. There is a next time right?

“Deal, thanks for dropping me off at school Daddy. See you in Psych.” You joke as you both exit his sleek car. You hear the engine cut off as you walk on to campus. Same thing just another day.

Ever since that night with Baekhyun your thoughts have been wondering in Psychology. Professor Byun instructs everybody to work on their assignments in class and ask for help if needed. And your lips curl into a grin when you see that his hair is a mess. Likely from running his hands through it multiple times.

Your assignments were completed and you had almost nothing to do. Until an evil plan popped into your head.

You sat on the top row by yourself, the class was a smaller group, they all clustered toward the middle or front row. You took out your phone and looked around before going to your camera and sending pics of your silly faces to Baekhyun.

Baekhyun’s phone dings and he excuses himself before checking it, he grins and shakes his head. Baekhyun turns his phone over before crossing his hands behind his back, observing the class.

“Any questions class?” He asks.

You raise your hand and Baekhyun ascends the stairs to your row. “Professor Byun could you proofread this?” You play dumb to get his attention. He slides into the seat next to you and slides your laptop closer to his eyes. He squints, quite cutely in your opinion, to read over the few pages.

Baekhyun’s so immersed in your paper that his hand has moved from his lap to your thigh. You studied his focused eyes, his dark eyes captivated you instantly. You could remember how they stared at you while he ate you out last a few nights ago with his fingers buried in you.

You let out a small whine, after the sound emitted from you Baekhyun’s ears perked up.

“Y/n?” He whispers.

“Yes?” You respond flustered.

“Don’t do that again.” He gripped your thigh and you bit your lip lightly, nodding.

“Good girl.”

That was a first. You place your hand over his resting on your thigh and you play with his fingers.

“Your paper looks very neat, I really love your stance on this topic too. Keep up the good work, doll.” Baekhyun’s figure is retreating to his desk and he leans back on it crossing his arms over his chest.

You sigh dreamily, if only you could get another taste of him. You twirl your pen in your hand and bite on the end of it softly, you tilt your head curiously and get back to editing your paper.

You thank the woman and take your food heading toward Baekhyun’s apartment address. You felt giddy that he invited you to come over anytime. The streets were cold and the wind was blowing, it blew your hair in your face as you opened the door and it quickly shut behind you.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in.” That voice.

“Shut it, bitch boy. I just bought you dinner so thank me for going out in that weather.” You pouted as Baekhyun grabbed the bags from your hands kissing your cheek. “My poor baby, out in the cold like that. You’re probably freezing, let’s go to my apartment.” He took your hand in his and led you to the stair case in which you proceed to die because you’re out of shape.

“Will they ever fix that elevator?”

The warmth in his apartment made you melt into his sofa almost completely. Your legs were jelly and you were as comfortable as you could ever imagine being.

“What did you get?” Baekhyun asks as he starts to open the bag of food, inspecting the closed containers.

“It’s a bread bowl from Panera bread! Aren’t you exited?” You clap your hands giddily. Your favorite meal might just be soup, as plan as it sounds.

Baekhyun just admires your excitable actions and feels his heart swell with adoration. He reaches over the coffee table and grabs your chin pulling you toward him. He connects your plush lips with his soft ones. You sit in shock but fall in to the kiss easily, your lips melt together and Baekhyun chuckles before pulling away.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself, seeing you be so adorable makes me want to kiss you forever.” He confesses while clenching his heart as if he’s having a stroke.

You hit his arm playfully and unwrap your food carefully, smelling the delicious soup.

“So how’s work been?” He asks and you almost choke on a piece of carrot.

“I-its been great. I don’t ever recall telling you I worked anywhere.” You speak so fast you almost forget how to form a sentence.

“You didn’t, but I might have caught you in your uniform leaving the coffee shop. You looked so adorable.” Baekhyun smiles as he chews his food carefully blowing on his next spoonful.

You feel embarrassed, you’ve already have sex with the guy but never told him about your job. You worked as a barista on the side to help with college and rent, your parents insisted that they would pay for everything but it didn’t sit right with you.

“You always manage to make me feel embarrassed somehow huh?” You put your hair behind your ear.

Baekhyun laughs loudly, “It’s my specialty. If I don’t who else will?”

“I’m good at embarrassing myself.” You respond.

Baekhyun shakes his head standing up with both of your finished plates and discards them. “Hey where’s your pup?” Your eyes scanned for the short corgi.

“Mongryong!” Baekhyun called and you heard the sound of paws on the wood floor. You stood from the sofa to greet the small pup.

“Oh you’re so cute!” You rubbed Mongryong’s backside and he plopped onto his back waiting for his tummy to be scratched. You gently rubbed his furry belly and Baekhyun leaned over to pat his head before chuckling.

“Mongryong can get the ladies better than I can, this is embarrassing.” He joked, you let out a laugh and joked back about how charming Mongryong was compared to him.

“You don’t roll on your back and let the ladies rub your stomach do you?”

“Maybe that’s what i’m missing.” Baekhyun put his hand under his chin, thinking.

“Are we still on for the movies this thursday?” You ask while picking up the small pup who was very sleepy. You walked back to the sofa and sat by Baekhyun who had his eyes on you.

“Of course, any movie in mind?” He replies with a grin.

“50 shades of freed looked interesting.” You mumble while biting your lip. You wanted to watch a romance to restore your faith that the romance genre isn’t dead.

Baekhyun swallows thickly, you could see his demeanor shift slightly. He was nervous? The Byun Baekhyun?

“Are you okay with that-“

“Yeah of course! It sounds like a good movie haha.” He replies quickly and his eyes dart around the room.

“Oh cool, do you like romance movies?” You tease him further. He nods slowly, unconvincingly so.

“Baekhyun I know you don’t like romance, why are you so nervous?”

“Because keep thinking about fucking you in a cinema.” Baekhyun states.

“B-baekhyun-“

“I said you would discover my kinks didn’t I? Public sex sound like a kink to you?” He smirks all of a sudden, snatching any trace of smugness left in you.

You stutter over your words trying to act as if you’re unaffected. But your jumbled words say other wise. “I guess we will make one of your fantasies a reality.” You dared, you couldn’t let him have this win. You weren’t going to act like a little school girl. Ironically.

“Deal?”

“Deal.”

“See you tomorrow then bitch boy.”

The cinema was dimmed and you both were sat in the back where it’s the darkest, especially when the movie starts. Baekhyun dressed in a grey hoodie and black sweats. He looked extremely comfortable. You opted to wear a t shirt dress and bring a winter jacket for the cold.

The cinema was filled with middle aged women and few teenagers. The lights went out in the room completely and the movie started.

About 15 minutes into the movie Baekhyun leaned his head into your shoulder, his arm falling into your lap. He acted like a puppy at times and it was absolutely adorable at times. The movie continued with sex scenes here and there, and you honestly weren’t affected by them.

But a certain somebody was.

Baekhyun was shifting in his seat, from leaning on your shoulder to sitting with his legs crossed. You knew you had to do something to settle this irritated boy down and there was only one way.

You reached over in his lap and grabbed his hand bringing it to your lap again. You brought his hand under your dress and he instantly rubbed you through your panties. Baekhyun leaned his head on his other hand, eyes on the silver screen. You held his wrist as he slid past your panties to your heat.

You heard him snicker as he inserted two fingers and you almost doubled over from the sensation. You leaned into his hand and bit his shoulder as he curled his long delicate fingers. You could feel how cold they were and you didn’t say one word, you leaned your head onto Baekhyun’s shoulder as he fingered you under your dress. His strokes were long and drawn out, making you choke on your silent moans you let out into his ear. Baekhyun looked around before turning his head to you and kissed you deeply.

You responded quickly latching onto him, you wanted him. All of him.

You slid your hand into Baekhyun’s lap and grabbed his dick through his sweats. Surprisingly not wearing any underwear. You slid your hand in his sweats and slowly jerked him off. The slick noises were kept to a minimum as you both pleasured one another with your talented hands. Nothing else mattered to either of you but trying to get the other one off. Baekhyun bit down your neck leaving small love bites in his path.

You felt your hand covered in Baekhyun’s sticky precum and couldn’t believe you were doing this. If only your parents knew what the hell you were doing out here.

That familiar ball of fire built up into a climax that shot through you and you ever so quietly moaned into Baekhyun’s shoulder. He couldn’t contain himself and he kept fingering you even after your climax ripped through you. You grabbed his wrist and felt too weak to even push his hand away so you let the second volcano explode as the first one had did. All over Byun Baekhyun’s fingers

“Fuck, you’ll never know how much I love feeling you around my fingers.” He said as he kissed your temple in adoration. You turned your head toward him almost exhausted. His two fingers still deep within you.

“Out, please.” You whispered and wiped off your own hand from Baekhyun’s release.

Baekhyun obliged but not before pulling your underwear back and letting it smack your skin in return. You whine and he snickers in response, wrapping his arm around your torso bringing you closer to his body heat you desperately wanted.

The rest of the movie was a blur, Baekhyun slept through the rest as you contemplated doing the same.

You both ended up sleeping till you heard clapping and woke up to see the movie ended.

Baekhyun stretches his long arms and stands up, offering you a hand. You take it and he guides you both out the cinema.

You yawned in the car on the way to yours. Class was cancelled for tomorrow so you could sleep as much as you wanted and nobody could tell you no. Except Byun Baekhyun of course.

“Play video games with me! I finally don’t have any papers to grade!” He whined as he held your pink controller in his hands adorably so.

“I just want to sleep, the movie made me tired.” You cried.

Baekhyun scoffed, “Are you sure it was the movie?”

You threw a pillow at him but he dodged it. Kora came up by your leg and rubbed on you. “Hello my widdle baby do you want to come with mommy she’s going to sleep.”

“I want to come with mommy.” Baekhyun imitates my baby talk and I pretend to gag at the teasing, plopping down onto the sofa.

“Give me a stupid controller i’ll beat your ass at this game then sleep.” I grumbled.

“You think you’re going to beat me?” He retorted with a look of determination.

“Yeah then i’ll sleep afterward to disrespect you even further.” You laugh loudly before pressing start.

Embarrassingly enough you got your ass handed to you by Baekhyun and lost all of the rounds. You didn’t win, not once. Baekhyun looked at you with an expecting look. He knew. You knew.

“You owe me now. I won.” You groaned at his statement.

“Owe you what?”

“I want to know some of your kinks.” He bluntly stated. You were almost taken aback at his statement but this was Baekhyun you were speaking with. Almost everything he said was shocking.

“My kinks? I like….I don’t know, just having sex is enough for me?” You gagged at your own words cringing on the inside.

Baekhyun’s lips curled into a mischievous grin, something running through his mind before deciding to join you on the couch.

“You’re saying you don’t have any kinks Y/n?” He ran a finger over your exposed thigh. Your thigh became covered in goosebumps and you shuddered.

“No I just, I guess i’ve never experimented exactly.” You said truthfully. Having one boyfriend in the 12th grade gave you insight to absolutely nothing. What a waste of time. Baekhyun’s eyes were curious, wanting to hear more about how seemingly innocent you actually were.

“I want to ask you a question.” He tilted his head to the side, his eyes slanted in a sensual way. You hum in response, allowing him to continue.

“Are you into voyeurism?” His hand wrapped around your thigh, giving it a light squeeze to emphasize his question. You couldn’t muster up a verbal response so you merely nodded, embarrassed.

“This seems all too embarrassing for you to even talk about and it’s absolutely adorable watching you squirm.” Baekhyun whispered by your ear.

“I’d like to try some form of voyeurism on you, would you allow me to?” His eyes were glazed with lust and you should’ve known better than to just give in to him without thinking, but you did. And oh boy, you trapped yourself between a camera and a hard place.

The camera was facing you as you were bent over on Baekhyun’s bed, blindfolded. Your anxiety was through the roof, there is no doubt that the camera pointing on you was for his cam boy account. Putting two and two together with Baekhyun doesn’t seem so hard. He’s a little predictable at times, but this was out of your mind. You would’ve never guessed you would end up on your hot cam boy’s “show.”

Baekhyun explained that he did this before he started teaching and that he could used the extra cash sometimes. He told you the rules before the livestream started, his username was B-Bear and that you couldn’t call him by his real name. You asked about the blindfold and he responded with it being to protect your identity.

Baekhyun started the live with his normal introduction, but with the mention of him not being alone this time. You thought about how you could be at home, with your legs spread, watching him jerk off to the thought of you.

You could only imagine how the chat in the live must look.

Your legs ached, holding your own body up seemed to be too much of a task. Baekhyun took notice in your tiredness and came to the rescue by placing you on your back. Baekhyun’s arms were cold wrapped around you but his hands were even colder.

“You’re shivering?” Baekhyun noted, “Your nipples are hard as well. Are you excited?”

You turned your head toward his voice and nodded with your hands over your chest, whining at his cold hands coming to fondle your breasts. You gasped at the contact and Baekhyun chuckled.

“You’re so sensitive, Bunny.”

You giggled at the nickname and let your senses zone in on your surroundings. Baekhyun kissed your collarbones, pushing back your hair to expose the right side of your neck. He placed another kiss and began to rub your clit.

You arched your back slightly wanting more of his delicate fingers already.

“Your fingers are so cold.” You mumbled while your stomach turned at the odd feeling. Baekhyun kissed the side of your mouth in response.

“You’ll warm them up in your oven wont you?”

You smacked his arm and he let out a throaty chuckle, kissing your mouth this time. Your lips melted together like chocolate on a hot summer day. You both felt the sexual tension that built up from that night you played video games. You could only imagine how Baekhyun got through the week with the pent up frustration.

Your hands traveled down Baekhyun’s chest sliding down on his abdomen. You felt his hard muscles and figured he must’ve been working out lately. He grunted at your nails scraping against his torso and grabbed your wrist and pinned them above you.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Bunny.” You could hear the smirk form on his lips as he spoke. You anticipated each moment he moved, or made a sound.

His fingers traveled further down and slid into you slowly. Baekhyun moved to your heat and placed a careful kiss on your thigh. “I love your skin, how is it so soft.” He confesses in a state of adoration, worshipping you as the goddess he saw you as.

Baekhyun’s fingers curl unexpectedly and you moaned loudly for the first time. Baekhyun’s ears perk up and he does it again, and again, until your a moaning mess and he’s satisfied. He leans down to your heat and licks a strip up your clit, pushing your wandering hands back onto the mattress. He denies you of one sensation and wants you to enhance another one. Touch.

How many times did he make you cum just by his fingers alone? Twice, and with his tongue? Thrice. You were so spent by the end of the second climax that you were breathing heavily and covered in a layer of sweat. Your brows were scrunched together, hands were gripping the sheets and you were absolutely spent. Baekhyun on the other hand was as ready as he could be. He planned to pleasure you as much as you could take or allow him to.

Baekhyun turned your body over and rubbed your aching back with careful hands. He kissed your shoulder and asked if you were ready. You nodded agreeing to whatever he was to do next.

Surprising you with his length once again, he slid into you so easily so effortlessly as if he was made to be there.

You let out a light moan, folding your arms under your head as a prop.

“Ah..”

Moans were emitted from both of you and the room smelled of sex and was slightly humid. Your ass jiggled with every thrust provided by Baekhyun’s skilled hips. You thought that you couldn’t experience anymore pleasure but you were wrong. Being extremely tired and having lazy sex made you feel as if you had no care in the world, as if you were being taken care of.

Baekhyun bites on your shoulder and he can feel himself close to coming undone, the feeling of your ass pressing back onto his crotch makes him want to stay here forever. But he knows you’ve been worn out and deserve to sleep.

Baekhyun climaxes onto your back after a few thrusts and you encourage him by whispering how good he made you feel, or how exhausted he made you. He feels his soul leave his body as he cums while you praise him.

After the sex is done, after the livestream has ended. You feel like you owe it to Baekhyun to tell him the truth. To tell him you know.

But there’s something about his adorable sleeping figure that just can’t bring you to do it.

Maybe somethings are better left unknown. You surely won’t let this ruin your relationship you both have grown together. This is your fair shot at true love, would it hurt to keep a little embarrassing secret? Would Baekhyun be so embarrassed he ignores you all together?

“Baekhyun-I-“ You heard his soft snores beside you and you sigh, the poor man is fast asleep in your arms. His little nose buried right between your breasts, like a child seeking comfort. You decided you would bother him later about it. But for now you wanted one thing, and that was to sleep with your “man” in your arms.

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#baekhyun #baekhyun smut #bbh smut #baekhyun ff #exo baek #exo baekhyun smut #exo smut #exo ff #smut ff #bbh ff #deja vu #baekhyuq

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ardenssolis · 3 years ago

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caemthe.

Of course Conall had wolf ears and a tail! If he wished, he could even fully transform into a wolf. The powers in his blood weren’t limited to the enhanced strength and senses often associated to others similar to his kind. But he really disliked how his strength and viciousness on the battlefield was associated with his origins rather than his own character. That’s why he stopped letting his more obvious wolf traits show as soon as he got complete control over his shapeshifting. Sure, there were other teens his age that still wished to go out with their tail and ears in an attempt to look ‘cuter’, but Conall would rather eat his right arm than do something like that.

But, well, it seemed that he will eventually have to eat his right arm since no matter how much he tries to shift to his previous form, the fluffy ears and tail just won’t go away. What a disaster. And the worst part was that his princess was staring and- Wait, wait, wait, did they call him endearing just now?

Crimson eyes widened as a horrified gasp left the young mactíre. His tail was wagging a little but that didn’t matter! It was only because Ozy wasn’t scared of him anymore and not because of that terrible compliment! “I’m not, y-you’re the one who is endearing!” He nearly shouted, but his tail still was wagging a little. And now even Sétanta’s ears had perked up, the little runt looked far too happy! “S-see what you’ve done? You’re so cute that you made me loose my cool!” He really wasn’t making any sense and his face felt impossibly warm. So in the end he simply gave up and dragged his hands down his face. “Ughhh, being in love really sucks. I mean, it’s you so that’s nice because I can’t imagine myself falling for anyone else but you. But I’m not used to acting like a lame fool. I swear I’m much cooler than what you saw right now…”

HIS TAIL WAS WAGGING too?! Ozymandias saw that tiny little tail wag as the other struggled to contain their more canine behaviors, and in witnessing that, his eyes only sparkled that much more with awe. Conall really was endearing! That probably wasn’t a term that anyone would ever use for them, but there were no other words that could truly encapsulate the feelings he had now. Could he reach out and touch those ears? Give them a tiny little rub? Even the little pup in Ozymandias’ arms seemed quite happy too with this development. ❝I think anyone who saw you now could agree that you are really cute, Conall!❞ He laughed, expression now bright like the sun he was meant to eventually represent. Anything moment’s prior to this ‘incident’ was wholly forgotten with the little prince’s previous embarrassment for sniffling like a baby a thing of the past. ❝I have never seen you like this before.❞ It was a nice reminder that the other wasn’t really too different from him. Sure he held more responsibilities and was stronger, faster, and better than him in a few things (he didn’t like thinking about that), but overall, Conall was still just a boy.

The words that came next made all of Ozymandias’ thoughts come to a loud, screeching stop. Wait – did they just say that they were ‘in love’ with him? Maybe he had misinterpreted? The other boy was, after all, from another country with a wholly different culture and language than his own, so perhaps that meant something else than what he thought? Honestly, he wasn’t good at things like this, and the more he tried to make sense of it, the more he wound up further confusing himself. But then Conall just kind of kept going from that statement, elaborating without so much as a pause where most would be ready to flee if they accidentally (was this an accident…?) blurted something that embarrassing out. ❝Umm…I think I do not understand. By this ‘in love’, do you mean like my mother and father? I mean…I love them both very much, so…❞ Or maybe like close friends? Wait – Conall saw him as a friend? He had never had one of those before – not really, anyway. Servants weren’t ‘friends’, as his father would put it. And if they weren’t friends, then what WAS a friend?

Certainly not those young nobles his age.

#caemthe #;caemthe : conall #;v: ???#;;au (fantasy)#;;young prince

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replicarters · 8 years ago

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hellraiser 3 funtime carnival, pt 2

PREVIOUSLY

so my dude @yvenly, unbeknownst to me, loves a hellraiser and has a fuckin shirt of the scary man that he was wearing while reading the first part. jake assures me that the scary man is not going to come and get me and nothing i own is haunted. i trust jake, so fortunately i am able to continue what i started to do the other night, which is watch a scary gory movie starring a space angel. i can confirm it is both gory and scaring me. let me remind you, me, and god that i am only 20 minutes into it, and it took exactly 6 minutes to get to the point where i was gently pissing myself. i shudder to think what the remaining hour and ten minutes hold.

i would very much enjoy if it held more of this:

and less deep crimson rivers, but i know i'm wishing for too much.

hot topic is making breakfast, terribly. this charred, molten husk, for instance, lying atop a burner, is either toast or a severed steak. i think it's toast. everything is burning and she should stop. now, just last night, hot topic was bumming smokes, recklessly flipping curtains open, sitting on the couch weird, and emptying the contents of her backpack all over the floor. but now all of a sudden it's "hey what's up let me make breakfast", so, great, now i'm invested in this blossoming love story. god, what if hot topic dies??? i don't think i could handle that. she and joey are friends now! hot topic's trying to make her food to repay her kindness! it's all fine with me as you might guess.

hot topic's name actually is... terry... or teri... or something. hmmmm. i like to imagine the mental force of will required to not constantly go "yeah?" at your own name not being used to address you. acting!

here's where it starts to cross over into the gay danger zone, when hot topic says it's her first time cooking. and the turn of phrase she uses is that she's a... kitchen... virgin...?

is that... so...?

joey offers to boil some water and says it's a specialty of hers and they laugh awkwardly like two heteros having a hetero time. joey also starts to make a suggestion to hot topic, and i thought to myself, "is she going to tell her to go watch cartoons?" and that's Exactly what she fucking did. i bet hot topic is a big fan of the snorks.

that cookbook appears to be campbell's microwave cookbook, which is wonderful on about 15 different levels. microwave cookbook being levels one through ten.

hot topic dances on the edge of the gay event horizon by sneaking a peek in joey's closet Come On Now is this for real

and joey is apparently not that great with toast either so i don't know how these girls are going to feed each other after they defeat the hellraiser and get married.

one LITTLE detail left out until the change in camera angle is that hot topic isn't wearing any pants. that seems like it was pretty important information for me to have, for the f/f hellraiser 3 fanfic i am now writing.

everything is all fine and dandy until the music starts going again and hot topic gets upset. she really loves it here. she wants the movie to flip into a lesbian romcom instead of being the mind-crushing hack-and-slash that it is. you guys what if she gets hacked and slashed?! oh god i don't want it

"uhhh a guy's head exploded in the first six minutes; we can't go back." yes, joey has to solve this mystery, which, i mean, she's braver than me; if i watched a guy get blasted all over the hospital walls after chains pulled his head apart i'd have a repressed memory that wouldn't resurface until years and years later, at which point i'd pass out in the grocery store as a grown adult with kids or something, and when i came to i'd remember the hell out of it and wouldn't stop screaming until my vocal chords snapped.

oh my good god

there's something important happening here but all i heard was "we're going shopping." forrrrrr strap-ons?

oh, they came to the hobo man's art gallery that's only open at night, and that i keep calling the pyramidhead gallery in my head. also check out those pants. yikesaroo! i can hear 1992's sears catalog calling from a landfill!

gracious me this whole ensemble! noooo.

"maybe they're closed." they're not closed, they just cannot let you in dressed like you belong in a parade on stilts. it will offend the art and we'll have more bad guys roaming around in the spooky shadows.

some man with a dog across the street says the pyramidhead gallery is closed every day, except for he apparently doesn't know it's open exclusively at 12:01 am. he says it's been there for months, closed. hot topic says that's bs; her boyfriend just bought something there last week. ew so the boyfriend that threw her out is imitation danny zuko. girl, run far away because that guy's busy communing with unholy messenger rats.

then for no reason at all, this poor pup gets dragged away by its neck, growling because dogs know stuff. does the dog also know its owner is an irresponsible sack of shit who needs to learn what a proper harness is? sheesh.

"chill," hot topic says. "there's a back door, right?" and then she pulls a lock pick out of her tits. like, not on a chain or anything, so i guess it was just resting freely in her cleavage. another important detail for my fanfiction.

there are more ugly paintings inside but joey gets right down to business and finds a file drawer that's pretty much exactly like every file drawer we have at work. just full of accordion folders with papers shoved in them.

"ughhh," joey says, "this is gonna take Forever." i literally... had that moment with my boss at work yesterday trying to find some paperwork. but it's not gonna take forever, not with the music going, it's not...!

the most illuminating revelation is that the gallery is a total scam; everything they have comes from bankruptcy sales, high school art classes, insane asylums... wait, what? uh oh.

uhhhhh ohhhhhhh.

thankfully we leave immediately and head straight back to the loser room. yeahhhh fistbump brah! fistbumps existed in 1992! imagine that. we can truly trace all tradition back to our ancestors.

danny zuko spies a hot blonde and motions to his mark sheppard-looking bartender that he wants to hit that, so the bartender pulls a rose out from the... ice bin...? "here babe take a cold-ass rose" "oh baby the frozen petals are burning me up" - is that what's supposed to happen?

so danny zuko comes over, the girl's like, "oh, it's you~" and he tells her she's beautiful she says "oh no there's lots of girls here more beautiful than me" and he pretends like he cares about how she feels blah blah blah

and then we come to sex noises so the arctic rose worked pretty well. i think i'll spare you a screenshot of the actual sex; i'd rather take a picture of a head split in half. my favorite part though is that he constantly has his hands on her tits so you don't see any nip. so we can watch the other graphic shit we've seen and yet we're not allowed to look at a boob? the fuck?

oh ps the statue is in the background, watching them.

and at the exact moment danny zuko comes (ugh) the statue's eyes open. ohhhhhhhhhhhohohoho fcukinggfkhgkldhgl

then the eyes close again.

hot topic and joey are back at her apartment. joey's broken out of a pair of scully specs so i guess things have gotten serious in here.

hot topic prepares to walk out the door and joey is like HOLD ON???? WHY LEAVE??

she's trying to get some tape and succeeds and this is extremely untoward and i am offended!!!

hot topic guesses joey got what she needed, and prepares to show herself out. joey's face immediately falls and she's like no????? and she invites hot topic to stay in her spare room.

hot topic gets very emotional and says that's great, and offers to do breakfast! oh boy!!

even at the thought of inedible trash breakfast, joey is thrilled. this is Fucking Gay

"so cool... Radical!"

the girl danny just boned stands in front of this painting which, to be honest with you? kind of looks like dukat? maybe dukat if he roided up before the reckoning.

danny's already done with this and has important things to do like getting a scuff off his ugly red cowboy boots. it all goes south pretty fast.

"but you gave me a rose."

"and tomorrow, i'll give one to somebody else." ooooooh

"you shit," the girl says, speaking the truth.

there's yelling, the girl backs up toward the statue, i'm biting my nails because something's clearly gonna happen

LAUGHS NERVOUSLY OHHHHHH NOOOOOOO

chains, chains, it's always chains, hooked chains come out of the statue and sink into her. danny zuko, for as vile as he is, didn't plan this at all as even he's like "what the ffffuuuuuuccckkkk"

hello!! furby's awake!

the statue gets one more hook right into her forehead and then? and THEN, the all-time grossest fucking thing happens, and i swear to god i'm not making this up but also you're kidding if you think i'll actually screenshot it: the hook pulls THE ENTIRETY OF THE GIRL'S SKIN OFF HER BODY IN ONE SHOT, and THEN, STILL ALIVE and screaming bloody fucking murder, the girl, looking like a page out of any muscular system biology book, is DIGESTED BY THE STATUE.

and then once properly absorbed, her face appears SO ALL THE FACES ON THIS STATUE ARE PEOPLE WHO'VE BEEN SKINNED AND EATEN HKFLGRHLGKLSKB I'M SCREECHING

i guess a nutritious meal was just the thing to get ol stoneface back to normal. HE'S HERE, THIS IS HIM, THIS IS THE GUY!! jake says his name is pinhead? just going to call him pincushion, hope that's okay. honestly it's more like nailcushion, those look like a bunch of nails sticking out of him. why does he love metal so much!!!

and all danny zuko has to say is "jesus christ!" like he couldn't even pretend to barf.

and pinhead FUCKING RESPONDS: "not quite." buddy, i'll say.

he starts getting poetic and i never expected him to have an accent. who do you think you are, shakespeare? i've never heard of shakespeare writing a scene where taming of the shrew ends with a flesh barbecue.

pinhead does one fun thing which is compare himself to danny zuko, which in my mind is exactly right but danny zuko cries and whines and says "no that's fuckin evil man!!!" yeah, just. like. you!

according to pinhead, there's no good, there's no evil, only flesh. is this what he does, just eats people? i didn't expect this either.

"you will help me," he says.

no Fuckin way danny zuko says, bringing out a gun like this is going to do anything other than increase pinhead's desire for flesh cakes.

oh my god and then pinhead laughs and says "how touching, that is the gun you used to kill your parents?" LMAO WHAT????

zuko unloads the gun and pinhead spits every bullet out of his mouth. just lets em drop right out onto the floor. danny zuko then drops his gun.

looks like you're in this for the long haul, pal!

he drops to the floor and starts sobbing. puny man sobbing in his boxers dot jpg.

there is a place, pinhead says, at his right hand for this manchild. yucky.

aaaand true to form, danny zuko takes a minute to think it over and then signs right up. this is so insulting to danny zuko; maybe i ought to start calling him his real name which is JP, which also is not really a name.

meanwhile, joey is full on channeling murphy brown and lookin cute. her friendly grandpa cameraman runs up to give her a package. something for her story? mmm something for something. grandpa cameraman, ever a decent person (oh god what if HE dies?) says if there's any way he can help, just give him a call. i think the first thing he can do to help is contact a priest specializing in exorcisms, get to that statue, and end this before it starts hopping railroad tracks.

scully specs are back on, tape is in the vcr, quest to quit smoking is shot, and we are go.

the tape is of a girl in a room at what looks like that asylum that was referenced before, and she's talking about The Box.

"demons," she says. "demons live in the box." well girl, we are way past that, the demons are out of the box, in statues, in hospitals, that box barely has anything to do with anything anymore.

"it's a gateway to hell." yeaarrrrgghhhhh somebody close it, then!

this is a really nice shot, i just wanted to stop everything and have you look at it. hands!

uhhh thennn the tv switches to an image of a dude

and that dude

starts talking

to joey

NOOOOOOOOPE

"she's telling the truth, joey," this guy that sounds Suspiciously like pinhead says.

joey tries to rewind the tape to see what the hell that was, but there's nothing out of the ordinary there... nnnnggghhhhgdhflk

anyway, demons live in the box. it "opens itself", they come out, that's the sitch. fuck all this.

s-s-s-speaking of the b-b-b-box, here it is at joey's apartment, where hot topic is currently all alone. god if anything happens to her i will be devastated beyond belief. pleeeease don't eat her please don't eat her.

hot topic stares at the box the same way i stare at the box: with off-the-charts trepidation. but she notices what i also noticed, that it looks a little different, like now it has color.

"man, joey must've polished you up some, huh?" oh no please don't

i'm pretty much. gonna shit. please put it down please please please joey will be so sad if you are dead and i can't take it!

oh god and then the phone rings and she puts it down thank jesus

absoLutely not the phone call i wanted her to get.

jp wants hot topic to come over. no no, no, no no no, no, and no!

pleeeeeease just wait for joey to get home she'll protect you and you can both be safe! if you go over to jp you're literally going to be devoured by a hell beast aaaaahhhhhhhh

well thank the lord she says she just can't and slams down the phone. score one for pure love! can you win against the delicate softness of girls being nice to each other, pinhead, can you?!

uh wait, then hot topic triggers joey's messages and it sounds like cameraman telling her she got a job that she wanted across the country. ??? what happened to pure love?!

joey comes home and the place is just a sty. it's dark and hot topic's not there.

and she finds this note that says, "enjoy monterey, you liar".

welp, love is dead and the demons are coming! might as well start breaking ourselves down into bite-sized chunks!

that's all for this evening. we’ll have another fun jaunt tomorrow! now, what do you think is the best technique for cutting off your own arm? just grab a hacksaw and go to town?

#picspam #terry farrell #ds9

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carterashofficial · 8 years ago

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The Toe Incident

Otherwise known as Easter 2010

So because @aearyn and @greyias asked for it, here’s the story of how 14-year-old me managed the feat of cutting almost the entire bottom of my right baby toe off.

Warning: lots of humor (I hope), blood, needles, hospital talk, etc…

It’s also gonna be long. Like, really really long.

Okay so before I begin, i have to mention that I am the idiot child. Not when it comes to smarts, but when it comes to common sense. Because I am lacking that in abundance.

So.

I was a clumsy and awkward thirteen-year-old. I unfortunately did not grow out of either trait. Ever. I’ve still got both, but now I’ve learned how to make people laugh over my clumsily awkwardness.

But when I was fourteen, it was bad. I was in eight grade, the boy I’d had a crush on for years was in my PE class, acne, middle school, what even was fashion- you get the point. Awkward middle school early-teen stuff.

At home, however, I was Cool. My eight-year-old sister Bug looked up to me like I was the greatest thing ever, we’d just rescued Scout and he was still puppy-ish. I even had a new Ipod Nano for my birthday.

That Ipod made me lose a quarter of my toe.

The year was 2010, the beginning of the era where the 2000-something sunglasses fell out of fashion during new years. It was Easter. So naturally Bug and I had found our Easter baskets wherever the Easter Bunny hid them.

I got an Itunes gift card (I do not download illegal music. The FBI will find me. Imagine if that’s why I don’t get a job when I’m out of college. Like during the interview they bring up the time I got arrested and are like ‘what for’ and I’m like “i downloaded Nickleback illegally off the internet when I was 14”. I’d probably not get the job more on my 8th grade music choice than that fact that I wasn’t slick enough to not get caught.)

Okay back to the actual story.

It was a beautiful Southern California day.

And so naturally my dad wanted to go to the beach. My dad loves the beach. He’s from Michigan (i mean both my parents are but Mom doesn’t like the beach, probably from taking me and Bug as small children all the time). So we decide to go to the beach to see the sunset.

So I booted up the family Windows XP desktop and got Itunes up to use my giftcard on some new music. Nothing like siting in the car for half-an-hour with new songs, right?

This is where I mention that the XP desktop is in my parents’ bedroom in this 100% early 90′s aesthetic hutch thing. Next to it is a bookshelf full of Mom’s textbooks for her master’s degree. And in front of the bookshelf is it:

The Trash Basket. (being used for not trash, but recycling. So the name’s a lie).

This Fucking Trash Basket was EVIL. Did I know that? No. Was it full of my mom’s old papers and notes from earlier classes? You betcha.

So this is where Idiot Child me earns the official Idiot Child badge.

I can’t multi-task. In general. So there’s awkward, clumsy, 14 year old me trying to put headphones into my Ipod, unplug the syncing cord from said Ipod, and scroll through Ipod to get to new songs.

And I walk into The Trash Can.

Papers go EVERYWHERE. Ipod is dropped. I stumble forward. And then I throw everything back into The Trash Can to pretend it never happened.

And thats when I see it.

A little red splotch of blood on the carpet.

I figure I scratched my toe on the metal of The Trash Can’s bottom. Nothing a band-aid, neosporin, and wearing shoes at the beach wouldn’t fix. I step into Mom and Dad’s bathroom, stick a small wad of tissues under my toes, and then proceed to search the entire fucking bathroom and adjoining closet for the damn band-aids (we were out, apparently).

I get the neosporin, a Q-tip, and I’m about to go and get a sock to protect my slightly-scratched-toe when I realize that the tile floor feels…

Sticky.

I look down.

Blood is smeared all over the floor. The wad of tissues is crimson. and I can’t feel a damn thing when I reach down and touch my toe.

That’s when I get dizzy and sat myself down on edge of the bathtub.

Bug takes that moment to come in to tell me that we’re leaving for the beach as soon as Mom gets back from taking Jewel (our other Dalmatian) for a walk. She sees the blood. Sees me sitting on the edge of the tub and bracing myself on the counter.

Apparently I really scared her when I said “Get Dad. Now.” because I’d never heard her actually yell.

“DAD! DAD, CARTER’S BLEEDING!”

In all honesty, I think he may have been expecting a different kind of bleeding. Like, the feminine nature kind.

Because Dad walked into the bathroom, took in the sight, and that was the first time I heard him say the F-word.

“Fuck.”

Dad gets me to elevate my leg over his bathroom sink, Bug gets me a pillow from Mom and Dad’s bed so my head isn’t on tile, and Dad calls Mom’s cell phone, since she’s out walking Jewel.

From downstairs we hear her phone ringing.

“Shit,” says Dad.

At this point I’m feeling 100% Fine. Like, I can see the blood dripping down my heel into the sink, but nothing hurts. At all. My toe is completely numb. My dad (gently) washed it with mild soap by dripping it down my foot.

My dad was both disgusted and fascinated by it. He kept tapping different parts and going “can you feel that? what about that? This?”

I didn’t feel anything but lightheaded and nausea.

Then Mom got home.

Bug went thundering down the stairs, hollering how I cut the bottom of my toe and Mom had to look at it.

So Mom came upstairs, looked at my toe, and almost fainted.

You know how I mentioned earlier that she was getting her Master’s degree? She was getting it in Nursing.

Ten minutes of her and Dad discussing what to do ended with me propped up on their bed with about 5 pillows under my foot and my mom next to me, sipping water and trying to not pass out. I felt fine. Dad bandaged my toe, and helped me hobble downstairs onto the couch where my foot could be propped up higher on the coffee table.

Just with the trek down the stairs made me bleed through my bandages. And Dad replaced them.

We were not going to the beach.

So Bug and I settled in on the couch to watch re-runs of… I don’t remember. But Scout was allowed on that couch, so he was the Lap-Dog (this is before he got fat), and Jewel was in her customary spot of laying against the couch directly under Bug because Bug would sit forward and give Jewel a belly-rub with her feet.

This goes on for about an hour until Grandma calls. Mom’s mom. Who is also a Nurse. (TV gets turned off so us kiddos can talk to Grandma).

Mom and her mom discuss my toe. Forever.

While the mothers are talking, the couch starts to shake.

I think nothing of it. It’s Jewel licking one of her back feet, and it’s made the couch shake before again.

But then I feel the floor moving too.

I live in Southern California.

It was an earthquake.

And my mother, in her infinite wisdom that we’ve never let her live down, hangs up on her mother in Florida with “I gotta go, Mom, we’re having an earthquake.” and forgets to call grandma back for 5 hours.

Now my seat on the couch was directly under the ceiling fan. I started to get up, damning the toe because hey, I did NOT want the fan fall on me. Mom pointed at me, gave me her patented Mom Voice, and said “Stay.” it worked on me, Bug, and the pups.

The earthquake ended, I got up the bathroom, and once again bled through my bandages. It’ been about 3 hours since the Incident. And my toe was still bleeding something awful.

Dad decided to take me to ER. Mom said there was nothing they could do, the cut so was so awkward it’d be almost impossible to stitch. Maybe steri-strips?

I was loaded into the car, and Dad and I buzzed away to what’s been dubbed as “The Toe Hospital” since this day.

We arrived, I got put in a wheelchair, and it was completely empty inside. My dad started to make a crack about it and the various nurses all shouted for him to not jinx it.

The nurse took one look at my toe after removing the bandages and sent me to a different room.

“You did quite a number on this,” she said as I left.

I was wheeled into a new room with a bed and a new nurse came in.

“You really did a number on this,” she said. And she couldn’t stop staring. “You might need stitches. Let me get the doctor.”

The doctor walked in.

“Wow, you did do a number on your toe.”

At this point I just wanted to know if the numbers added up to stitches or nah.

And they did.

Doctor Dude got supplies, and made the tragic mistake of standing in my line of sight while he extracted the numbing stuff with a really long needle.

I have an intense phobia of needles. Like, I’m 21 years old and I almost started crying when my mom suggested I get a flu shot over text. Blood drawn, I’m fine. Something being injected in? Someone’s going to have to hold my arms and legs down and I’m going to be screaming. Loud.

My dad swears he still hasn’t regained feeling in his hand because I had it in a death grip, sobbing, while Doctor Dude numbed up my toe and gave me twelve stitches. There was a little TV in the corner of the room and so I got to watch Chuck Norris in some cowboy TV show.

We got home, Dad threw out The Trash Can (apparently part of my toe was stuck to it…). I was on crutches for three weeks. Missed two months of PE. To this day I have minimal feeling in my toe, the nail hardly grows, but if I bang it on the corner of something, I am down like for a good 5 minutes because holy hell does it hurt.

And that, everybody, is the Toe Incident.

#Carter's life #The Toe Incident #Easter 2010

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Snuggled against the warm expanse of his father’s chest, the chubby wolf pup released a soft growl of contentment. Months had passed since he had first awoken to this feeling of utter safety and security within the gloom of this darkened den. The cold lingered in the airwaves but was as potent as a soft breeze measured against the warmth he was feeling. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, or even wanting to be. The outside world was dangerous, but he would grow strong one day-like daddy-and he would make all the other animals afraid of him. The inner predator wanted that delicious feeling of dominance to be sated along with his own natural inclination towards hunger and the taste of blood on his tongue. The thoughts and feelings were strange to him. He had never killed-but he had seen his daddy do it once when he didn’t know he was watching. It enthralled and scared him all at once. Until now, the only thing he hungered for was the succulent taste of milk, but as he got bigger, he got hungrier and daddy could barely feed him and both his sisters. The thought of them made the wolf shift instinctively to look at them, sleeping peacefully against the rise and fall of daddy’s chest.

They annoyed him-well just Rora-but he loved them and would protect them against anything. But to do that, he needed to be strong. He needed to be… “huh?” The chubby wolf raised his tiny muzzle and sniffed once a foreign scent entered the airwaves that had not been there before. Alarm and confusion had set in. He might be little, but he knew something was wrong. Raising his paw, the wolf began to scratch his tiny claws against Bucky’s sleeping form. “Daddy. Daddy something’s out there.”

A low growl erupted from the slumbering dire wolf, Bucky sluggishly opened his eyes to the receding darkness, his luminous blue irises resolved intently on his inquisitive and reckless pup. He had been extracted out of a contented sleep, and he wasn’t in the mood for scouting outside his den. The falling snow outside their burrow was an interlude of the coming northern storm.

It was a harsh December morning, and he needed to refuel his strength in order to produce enough milk to feed his hungry babies. Lifting his head after parting his jaws to yawn, Bucky regarded the dark pup with a frosted glare, conveying his disinterest. “Bren, go back to sleep, it’s nothin’, probably a stupid bunny…” He grumbled in slurring timbre, effortlessly shifted his massive paw, and nudged his son closer to his bloated stomach as Aurora cuddled against little Mattie. He relished the feel of his pups, the warmth, and belonging that had once seemed unimaginable to accept. Now, that he was forever changed into a devoted father; it had become addicting for him every day. Instead of the metallic weight of his bionic arm, he felt their tiny and furry bodies pressed against him. Nothing compared to that anchor. “You gotta stay close Daddy, it’s too cold out here for us. Breakfast will come soon, I promise-”

“Daddy!” Brennen whined aggressively, nudging and squirming his way out of his alpha’s enormous arm until he, at last, managed to climb his way up and over. He landed on his chubby little backside with a “oompf” that evolved into a frustrated little growl. “It’s not wabbit, daddy! Wake up!” Bounding up onto his little paws, the pup barreled forward and tried to scratch and nudge the alpha to regain his attention. But as moments passed, the little pup listened to the deafening snores coming from the enormous muzzle and realized his daddy would not be getting up to investigate the strange smell. A flare of anger pulsed through his tiny little body as he felt ignored. “Fine, sweep! I can check it myself!” Stomping his paws into the ground, the chubby little pup turned and glared at the entrance of the den, his muzzle bristling with anticipation as the scent became stronger. The short few steps he had taken away from his source of heat and already begun to fill him with an unshakable chill. Daddy wasn’t wrong about the cold. It was bad, but as he felt a churning in his stomach, Brennen decided his hunger was even worst.

He needed to eat. Turning towards his alpha once again, he persistently waddles towards him and begins to nuzzle the area of his chest. “Need Bweakfast, daddy.” He growled and whined all at once. The den began to feel colder and more constricting. The room spun for a moment and the pup began to feel as if he were going to fall asleep. He needed to eat something-anything. Recalling his father’s words, he raised his muzzle and let it guide him towards the entrance to the den. He would find that wabbit, and kill it.

“Don’t even think about leavin’, Bren,” Bucky dismissed a thick growl, deep resonance of an effective warning, he could easily sense his son’s resolve to wander out of their den. The searing coldness penetrated under his layers of chestnut, gripping every bone of his canine body. He grimaced faintly, before setting an unwavering glare of icy blue at his chubby little guy. “Whatever you’re smelling out there, it’s not worth to engage, Bren,” he advised tiredly; feeling Aurora’s greedy snout burying into his fur. Hungry was a force he couldn’t relent against at the moment. “I know your gut needs a good fill in it, but you gotta trust Daddy, I’m not gonna to let you play with our little darlin’s without a big breakfast…” His intent gaze drifted to the rocky entrance of their den, he could even budge a muscle. He needed to sleep.“S'just give Daddy another hour and we’ll be fine.”

Outside, the enforcer had craved for the vulnerable smell wavering over mounds of snow. His massive and daunting form edged to the clusters of pine trees, weighted branches raked over his pelt as his shoulders tensed in automatic response. Even if a pup crossed his sight, he would kill it on contact. Breeds of filth would taint his domain, and infect the hierarchy of his ranks. He had smelt the intruder before, at first recognizing the stink of human flesh, but then wolf. Now, the myriad of scents belonged to young pups, he guessed around a few months, still depending on mama’s milk. It didn’t matter, he was a heartless killer, bred to execute orders and stain his muzzle with blood.

Nearing the drifts of snow that form over the earthly burrow, the he-wolf froze in his methodical paces, pointed ears twitched registering volumes of little squeaks and growls. Definitely a pup. His piercing white eyes trained hawkishly on a small and pudgy furball slipping away from the shadowy den. The pup was unaware of his lethal presence but focused on his marked kill: a small rabbit caught in his sights.

Sitting on his hackles, the ghostly enforcer observed the dark furred pup stalking away from the den, it had been a long time since he discovered an exceptional young soldier for his ranks, so young to be conditioned for the kill lines. Brennen’s true skills were being illustrated with fluid and stealth movements, the little pup was already mastering how to use darkness as his cover of approach, almost like he was born to become an assassin. Perhaps his pack could find use with the baby since the elders were unfit for battle. He needed to reach out to the pup, use a false sense of trust to obtain him.

In seconds as his soulless eyes tracked the rabbit thumping under a bush, he sprang into the air with deadly precision, soaring over Brennen like a dark wraith and sunk his fangs into the exposed rabbit. He snagged the animal with a forceful bite, clamping his jaws around its weak neck, and then pierced through bone as the bunny went limp. He dropped the body into the snow, right in front of Brennen. It served as a peace offering, but also a test to see if the pup desired for blood. “You shouldn’t be out here alone in the cold, little one, hunting isn’t a game. It’s life.”

Brennen would have howled with fright if his tiny lungs were capable of such a feat at his point. What came from his muzzle was a sharp yelp, startled and completely taken by surprise he stared at the enormous creature in front of him whose size easily dwarfed his own. It was a big monster. That was the only thing his mind could reveal to itself. Despite the fact it looked like a wolf the same as his daddy, the look on his face was scarier than anything Brennen had ever seen. There was no kindness or warmth in those frightening orbs shimmering with malice. They were blue and scary, they had the power to make him feel frozen in the snow. His sharp teeth were red and dripping with fresh blood, staining the flawless white flakes beneath their feet with crimson death. The dead bunny forgotten, the little pup could only stare up at the enormous wolf timidly, expecting to be picked up by his teeth and made into a chew-toy just like the bunny.

A surge of defiance bubbled inside of him at the thought. He wouldn’t act scared. Daddy taught him to be brave and stand up to bullies, even if it meant being mean just the same. “W-Who are you? What do you want?” The little pup managed to purr out a timid growl, shifting uncomfortably in the snow.

The enforcer trained a vexed glare that the quivering pup, breath frosted out his long muzzle as crimson dribbled over his gray furred mane. His eyes flared at Brennen’s questions. It wasn’t a natural order for a young pup to display resistance, they were usually weak and defenseless, but this one was seeking the light of genuine truth behind a dark nightmare. He leveled his scowling face closer at the baby pup; barring his incisors -a tactic of intimation.“Do you have no sense to clamp that mouth of yours shut, runt?” he growled viciously, his voice cutting deep and raw. Brennen visibly flinched as his sour breath ghosted over the pup’s fur. There was no disguise of his intent. “To answer your question, I’m an enforcer Beta, and my mission is to search for new recruits…I take what I want and kill anything that tries to obstruct me. Including a runt like you, pup…”

Back inside the den, Bucky awoke with an alarming realization as his nose detected the absence of his pup’s scent. It was harrowing to dismiss.“Bren,” he rasped heavily, jolting his massive body up onto his grounded paws while being mindful of his dozy little girls. His icy blue eyes narrowed deeply a the heap of ragged sweaters, as he dug his muzzle into the pile, searching with frantic pulses thrumming into his heart. His precious son was missing. An illusion of fear struck his rampant mind; he couldn’t focus as the constant squeaks of his daughters’ became an obstructive noise.

“Not now little darlin’s,” he drawled in a tentative cadence, stilling his canine body and mind when a pungent stench greeted his nose. Danger…He couldn’t leave Aurora and Maddie alone, but his son was out there facing a threat that his lazy ass didn’t react towards when his son urged him to investigate. Right there, Bucky felt unavailing sickness infect his veins as his moonlit gaze steered towards Brennen’s tiny paw prints in a dust of snow. A dark presence looming near his home, and he needed to protect his pups from whatever intruder waited for him. In careful ease, he picked up Mattie with the gentle clamp of his jaw and nudged Aurora, bringing his daughters further into theentwining roots, it was the only safe place for them. He licked each of their heads and whispered dismally. “Stay here babies, Daddy’s gotta find Bren…Don’t leave this hiding spot until I come back.”

Brennen had never known true fear until the moment. The monstrous wolf in front of him was unlike anything he had ever seen or encountered before. The little pup felt smaller and more petrified then he ever felt before, but he tried, with every fiber of his little being to carry on a façade of courage. Try as he would, he unconsciously began to take several steps backward. The soft growl in is voice receded into tiny squeaks. The Beta’s threat was terrifying and true, he knew it. He watched how it killed, how it relished the blood on its tongue, and the terror he instilled in other creatures. This…this was a real wolf. Not like him, not like Rora, Maddie or even daddy. This was a wolf that never knew the compassion and familial comfort that humans carried deep in their souls. This creature in front of him could rip him to piece and wouldn’t feel a thing except satisfaction. What good would bravery do for him now? “D-Don’t hurt me, pwease…” Brennen uttered with a timid voice. He wanted his daddy now, more than ever.

His patience was fraying as the pathic echoes of the pup’s mercy cries evoked a dangerous flare to ignite within his core. His pale white eyes flashed with containable rage, but it was limited. In fluid ease, he stepped an inch closer, grazing Brennen with his forepaw. He desired to embed his fangs into the pup’s neck, listen to him squeal out a dying breath. It was pleasurable to dismiss, but he saw a little killing machine ready to become activated once the blood lust stormed the pup’s mind. “Those words can’t be tolerated in our ranks, if you want to live, you will be silent and follow me without questions, runt…”

As the Beta moved in to ensnare the little pup into his service, he was oblivious to the darkened shadow that flared like a phantom across the white slopes. It wasn’t until a fluttering wind blew across the trees that the wolf realized something was coming. A growl echoed on the wind and almost instantly, a devastating force collided with the Beta’s side, sending him toppling along the ground at harsh speed until his resilience allowed him to find his footing again. Brennen stood petrified as a statue, staring up at the new yet familiar presence shielding him from the Beta’s view with a deadly posture. The seething growl of not only a malicious predator, but an angry father entered the airwaves. “Touch my son, and I’ll kill you.” Growled Bucky Barnes.

It was a violent rush of blood, heated and cooled at the same collision of aggression, the Beta quickly flipped onto his paws, stunned momentarily by the sudden force that broke his stance. His muzzle stiffened, recognizing the stench of milk wafting from a nearby female. Obviously the runt’s bloated mother. He would kill her first. Huffing out a breath, his glaring eyes fixed on the bulky and dark-furred dire wolf, unknown to his recesses of memory. As he stared at his opponent, he noticed a row of plump teats hidden under Bucky’s undercoat. “What the hell are you?” he questioned viciously, connecting his eyes to the unwavering depths of glacial blue. There was soul ablaze in that canine visage. “ANSWER ME?…Are you a female?

"If I were you, I’d worry less about what I am, and more about what I plan to do with if you don’t get the hell away from my son!” Bucky growled threateningly, the blue of his eyes taking on an icy glare as they became affixed to the foreign intruder. His movements and posture were fluid as they entered a battle-stance, his forward paws stretched forward into the snow, his torso slanted while the whites of his canines gleamed with saliva. The natural impulse to engage and shed blood was becoming potent in his veins, as sure and natural as raw hunger needing to be sated. But he couldn’t not give into the beast just yet. Not when Brennen was still in danger. “Brennen, go back into the den. Now!” Bucky barked loud and suddenly, startling the little pup from his reverie.

Releasing a soft whine of both unease and worry, the chubby pup quickly followed his alpha’s instruction and spun on his paws to scramble back towards the entrance of the den. Only the alpha and the beta remained.

A storm of dread hung over the den site as bloodlust into a potent urge that couldn’t be restrained. Everything was fused within him and he wanted to taste blood pouring out of the dark-chestnut furred wolf’s throat. Rage seared into his bones, as his forepaws scraped into snow; he was preparing to intercept Bucky. A maniacal snarled ripped from the depths of his throat and white orbs blazed with merciless intent. “First, I’ll kill you, and then go after your babies, make them yelp out their dying breaths…”

The malicious threat wavered against his children set a fire in Bucky’s blood that had not been quelled in a long time. The desire to inflict merciless death and destruction had begun to become overwhelming. His teeth glazed with dripping saliva, he released a low pitch growl that evolved into a lethal roar. “You’ll be dead before you try!” Squaring his shoulders, the wolf took off at unprecedented speed across the path, his sizeable limbs allowing him to cover ground quickly towards his quarry at the edge of the treeline. His adrenaline racing, Bucky made the first move in what he believed to be a quick and decisive assault on a lesser predator such as the ones he had ravenous ripped to pieces until now. He was soon to be taken by complete surprise…

The Beta enforcer glided through the snow like a sleek blade, his body poised with unwavering and rapid speed as he closed the distance between his defiant and engaging target. For a moment they stood in a deadlock, intense gazes emanating heat as the black cores of their irises expanded into a dark eclipse of unshackled thirst. He chased Bucky’s fluid paces, waiting for the opening, and then collided his head into the darker he-wolf’s chest, knocking him off balance into a level of submission. Pleased with his grounded attack, a haunting growl erupted from his throat, as he struck his fore paws violently into Bucky’s exposed stomach; clawing into fur. “I’m going to enjoy making you bleed!”

The wolf’s attack had surprised Bucky who was unaccustomed to being overpowered. The fights he’d waged in the past fell into his favor due to the intimidation his powerful form exuded onto his lesser foe. But this wasn’t a lesser animal he was exerting his ferocity onto, this was as a wolf—a real wolf that was as cunning and fierce as himself. The force of the creature’s attacks were winding as well as painful. Bucky released a howl of pain as he felt the wolf’s claws pierce his torso with pressing force—grinding him into the ground. Any further and Bucky knew his blood would stain the purity of the white snow. He could not allow to that to happen. Gazing up at the wolf with defiance, Bucky snarled, “I’m going to enjoy making you scream.”

Using his augmented strength, Bucky snapped his body into a roll, taking the wolf with him as they tumbled through the snow like the loose wheel to a wrecked vehicle. “You picked the wrong den!” Bucky growled, opening is jaw, wrapped his razor sharp incisors over the wolf’s frontal paw.

Breathing heavily, the enforcer recoiled his muscles back in a faint whimper, not accepting defeat. His jaws clamped tightly as he unleashed a unmerciful onslaught into Bucky’s exposed leg, piercing his blood stained incisors into flesh, expecting resistance. His opponent didn’t relent. Flashes of red ensared his vision as he thrashed under Bucky’s plump weight, their canine bodies clashing like storms, quick as lightning with heartbeats fierce as thunder. Each move was a test of resilience and pain; everything had formed into a chaotic fringe, blood tainted the snowy air as claws and bared fangs became weapons of defense. He held no regard for Bucky’s life, not when pups were his objective. In slow motion, his jaw enclosed around the leg, with enough force to dislocate bones. “I’ve killed many wolves in the past, you’re no different than those weak and gutless mothers…” He dragged his fang into muscle, causing a gash to spread under fur. “Tell me do you enjoy pain?”

The stinging pain Bucky felt in his leg was tolerable only by the spike of his adrenaline coursing through him. It numbed the pain, but he knew he was at a disadvantage. The animal he was fighting with fought just like that: an animal, without a human soul binding him to attachment or fear of loss or death. A dangerous existence where nothing was at risk of being lost, save the satisfaction of a kill. “You’re not getting my kids, you ugly wolf,” Bucky growled out, his humanity taking hold of his mind and speech-pattern, which served to confuse his adversary if anything as they continued their struggle.

Unleashing a vicious snarl, the enforcer became aware of Bucky’s acute, instinctive plea that ghosted from his menacing resonance, snaking over his dormant and rotting heart. He never reacted to such feeble words; most of the young mothers he slew tried to protect their litters, but he was infectious and cunning–they all died the same death. Blood would leak from their punctured throats and breath crackled against their broken necks. He needed to distract Bucky with effective words to make doubt breach the surface, and then deliver his killing bite. “That male pup of yours will make a perfect killer for my ranks, he’s got the drive, I just need to accelerate it.”

Bucky felt his concentration slip for a moment once the wolf’s ominous words played into his thoughts. The haunting images of his adorable little boy being broken down, terrified, angry and forced to give into the darkness that would rob him of his identity and the humanity within his soul; becoming a mirror-reflection of the monster his father once was with eyes cold as death and malice driven by commands. A Winter Wolf. He wouldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t—“Argh!!” A howl breached Bucky’s throat, its affliction driven by the sharpened fangs that sought the opportunity with the distraction as they pierced his shoulder.

Snickering against the dark inferior wolf’s pained yelps, the enforcer drove his incisors at penetrating force into Bucky’s muscle, feeling a reactive pulse vibrate against his locking jaws. It was inevitable…He had dominance over Bucky, wielding brutal strength as he offered no mercy. Blood oozed down his throat as his snarls rose into dangerous and erratic volumes. Once the blood lust ensnared his vision, there was no escape. He was going to kill Bucky and the defenseless females and take the pup, leaving heaps of lifeless fur for the raven spies to devour. Death was coming and he was the reaper of it. “Say goodbye to your pup…” he breathed out hauntingly, gripping into layers of fur. “He belongs to me…and so will the blood of your daughters.”

“No…” Bucky couldn’t form an aggressive response, his aggression pouring from him with his very life-blood from the wound that the Beta had afflicted onto him. His muscle had betrayed him, frozen in a state of perpetual shock from the violent pain that he had not endured for a long time. Helplessness was a familiar feeling—one he despised and hoped to never feel again. But as he watched the Beta, magnificent and wild in his snow covered form, begin to make his way towards the entrance to his den, Bucky felt terror enter his body. “No! Don’t you dare hurt my babies!” He howled, desperation and fear driving him. His body began to feel cold, which had little to do with the snow coating his body from head to paw. “No!!!” The roar that escaped him was more human than wolf, his paternal instincts gripping him to consider any avenue that would allow him to get back onto his feet.

The pit of despair lingered below him, it would only swallow him whole should he allow himself to do nothing but lie and watch. A scratching at the back of his mind began to ensue from a place that was once dormant. A resonance that demanded to be allowed control for the sake of his mission—to protect his pack. With surrendering defiance, Bucky reflected on the hallowed words that would allow the beast within to take control. “Longing… Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak…”

Every pulsating urge controlled his senses, his menacing shadow eclipsed the flawless brilliance of the snowy ground with methodical beats of his paw steps. His muzzle jutted out once the intoxicating scent of young pups; their vigorous blood would sate his bloodlust. He longed for a fresh kill; and the unbidden pleasure of terminating future rivals of his pack. The he-wolf had engaged proved unequal to his rabid tactics. His white eyes hollowed into a dark abyss, no light reflected back as he locked onto his squeaking prey. Growling, his jaw parted as fangs thrusted out in the infinite seconds he silently neared the rocky entrance of the den. He smirked with listless satisfaction, catching the puppy scent of lavender and vanilla—little females. “Come out and die little runts…”

A screeching noise that resembled a siren began to blare in Bucky’s distorted memories. Electroshocks, icy cold, needles… They flowed into his memory with the speed of a wild car as he continued to utter each words that drove him closer to his darker-half. “Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One…” He was so close, the feeling of absence was beginning to take over while his mind was a turbulent storm of screams, sirens, and metal colliding with bruising force. With a guttural roar, the wolf bellowed at the top of his lungs. “FREIGHT CAR!!” It was in this moment, all traces of fear and emotion disappeared from within, along with the shredding sense of pain in his shoulder. It was as if his humanity, the animal within, had been unplugged from all sensory while a hostile program took over. Vacant blue eyes open up to the world with a chilling glare. “Ready to comply…”

Before the beta engaged his lethal assault on invading the den to relish in the blood of the pups, a unmerciful and solid force of weight rammed into his hind flank, whacking his body off balance. A sharp yelp ripped from his depths as recurrent surges of pain seized his focus. He didn’t relent–instincts drove him to thrust his muzzle in the direction of his roaring opponent—this bloated mongrel, who dared to obstruct his hunt. Snarling out a vicious chorus of murderous volume, his salivating jaws parted to exposed white incisors viciously. As the last remnants of pain receded, his irises darkened into a soulless black, the void of bloodlust. There was no illusion of mercy reflecting in his livid gaze as he glared at the young alpha male. “Now I’m really going to enjoy ripping you apart into a bloodied heap of fur….”

The vicious swing of a paw smacked the Beta with staggering force across his muzzle, sending him rolling across the snowy path until he regains his feet. The audible impact was shuddering, the attacker stood in an unflinching posture that was eerily robotic. It was surprising as well unexpected. Where the Beta once saw a fat pathetic, soft excuse for a wolf, there now stood a creature who looked at him without fear—without emotion. He was being labeled only as a target to be eliminated. “Teper’ ty umresh’ (Now you die).” Words finally came off the tongue of the Bucky, his tone hollow and cold. The Winter Wolf begins to move and circle his prey across from him who matched his stride, both beasts unyielding and measuring the other’s strengths and weaknesses as they prepared to reengage in a brutal second round that would be likely to only end in bloodshed.

In flash of muted calculation, the Beta enforcer didn’t break his stance, he mirrored Bucky’s poised intimation, parallel and attuned to a blaze of hostile ignition. His ears pricked up, identifying the distressed baby squeaks emitting from the cave, the pups were defenseless–no den mother to shield them from a cold grip of death. His eyes sharply glanced at the opening of the burrow, challenging Bucky’s unshakeable guard with a fanged sneer as they circled each other in measured paw steps of distance, following the menacing rhythm of their combat interlude.

He knew Bucky’s weakness–the pups–he would use that to gain his kill. No limits would avail. They were faced in a deathlock–he needed to claim the pups’ blood, unleashing a vicious–snorting growl, he slashed his forepaw at Bucky’s exposed throat, with full momentum of his precision, and gunned for the den, in second Bucky recoiled back against the sting of blood.

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