#ISOLATION IS A PREDATORS BEST FRIEND
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i am. SO fucking tired of ppl trying to make "problematic" fiction out to being the same fucking thing as shit me and other csa survivors have gone through. how do yall not realize how fucking disrespectful it is to have our trauma watered down to be equal to some shit thats literally not even real ????? THEY ARE NOT THE SAME THING, ONE HAS AN ACTIVE REAL ABUSER AND REAL VICTIM, ONE IS A FAKE STORY ABOUT FAKE PEOPLE.
#there are ways to prevent minors from being groomed and that is MAKE SURE THEY HAVE ACCESS TO MANY ADULTS THEY CAN TURN TO#IF ONE OF THEM ENDS UP BEING FUCKED UP#ISOLATION IS A PREDATORS BEST FRIEND#IF YOU ISOLATE PEOPLE BASED ON THE FICTION THEY READ OR WRITE YOU ARE ONLY LEADING THEM TO MORE LIKELY DANGER#whether that be isolating them FROM people who read/write the ''bad'' stuff or isolating them BRCAUSE they read/write the ''bad'' stuff#do not assume just because someone likes darkfic that they are dangerous or someone that condemns darkfic that they are safe#people who loudly condemn things in public can (note: not always. but CAN) be more dangerous in private#you cant automatically trust people just because they insist theyre ''safe'' and ''one of the good ones unlike THOSE people''#trust and safety is something thats built and proven not just insisted upon!!!!#and note: i do NOT like this type of darkfic. its triggering.#but i know people who make it are not fucking hurting people by just making fiction in their own corners of the internet#csa tw#anti fanpol#ask to tag#im. so fucking. tired of this shit. i dont even want to be THINKING about this topic rn#but it pisses me off that ppl keep watering down shit me and others hsve gone through and i need to vent a little#discomfort is rising so ending this here to prevent my brain from ending in intrusive thought territory about my trauma
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†Dancing With Shadows - Minho
MINORS DNI 18+ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST
pairing: vampire! Minho x fem! reader
summary: Loneliness. Isolation. The only place a modern-day vampire can blend in is a dark, crowded nightclub. Minho has learned how to live without temptation, until you ask him to dance...
warnings: angst, mentions of blood, biting, predator/prey dynamic, character d3ath (sorry)
a/n: this one is definitely more scary than romantic. Minho has been a vampire for a long time and unfortunately you weren't able to survive this encounter. Next week will be more fluff I promise!
Did you know that the decibel level that can damage a human ear is 85? That's it. The average decibel level of a night club is 90 decibels. The decibels of a human’s scream is 120. This nightclub is pushing 88.7 at the moment. The bouncer looks annoyed. The bartender looks exhausted. And this is just a Tuesday night. This place gets a lot more out of hand on the weekends. But the weekends get too crowded for me. Crowds of people ask too many questions.
Why are you so pale? How old are you exactly? Why are your hands so cold? When humans drink, they have a tendency to be a bit nosy. But on a Tuesday, the crowd is small. The humans keep to themselves and their friends. That's where I fit in. Alone. Unassuming. Just a guy at the bar.
“Do you want to dance?”
You were very unassuming yourself. Not a particularly remarkable human being. Nothing about you screamed confident or powerful. You actually seemed a bit out of place here. This place of loud music and flashing lights. I knew one thing for certain however. You smelled absolutely incredible. A smell that only my heightened senses could pick up. This wasn't a perfume or a type of shampoo. This was a scent that shot straight through my lifeless body into my cold, unbeating heart. Damn you. You poor little thing. What do I do now?
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You liked this dive bar. During the day it was filled with greasy men in trucker hats that teemed around a single pool table or a single girl. But at night, the owner would turn the lights down and the music loud. Everyone blended in when the lights were low. You always enjoyed the night time. The cool air, the stars, the sounds. You even liked the people. That's when he caught your eye. Slumped against the bar, avoiding eye contact with everyone that passed him by. Mr. Cool Guy, huh? We'll see. You quickly made your way over to where he was posted and gave him your best flirtatious tone. How could he resist?
The two of you made your way to the dancefloor as soon as a new song was about to start. The beat started low and began to build. Like the Earth was literally rising around the two of you, Mr. Cool grabbed your waist and pulled you in. He was freezing. You were burning up. As you pressed your body into his, you worried you might melt him like an ice cube in the Sun. But he continued to dance with you. His moves were fluid and ancient. Like he had all the time in the world to learn every dance style ever created. He was talented. He was exotic. And you didn't know it yet, but you were completely under his spell.
You gripped his hand in yours and whispered softly, “come with me.”
He nodded as you pulled him off the dancefloor and into a darkened corner. You backed yourself into where the two walls meet and let his tall, slender frame cage you in. You looked up while he looked down, the two of you lingering in a heated standoff for what felt like an eternity.
“What's your name?” You finally managed to ask, your voice no more than a whisper.
“Does it matter?” He answered. His thumb brushing along your bottom lip.
You thought about the question for a moment. Does it matter? echoed in your head as you melted into the sensation of his thumb pulling and rubbing against your bottom lip and then your top.
“...No, it doesn't.” You responded without warning. Not even you were sure where that answer came from.
“Good girl.” He said, his voice taking on a more sinister tone.
You fluttered your eyes closed as you felt his lips press into yours. The kiss was surprisingly gentle. Almost loving, like the two of you had been lovers in many lives before this. The nightclub seemed to crumble away at your feet and you felt like you were floating. Not floating in the happy, romantic sense. Floating in a way that felt like you could fall at any moment and no one would catch you. That you would fall and you would die. And this handsome, mysterious, terrifying stranger would be the one to blame.
His hands snaked up your sides and tangled into your hair. His tongue pushed its way inside your mouth like it belonged there. Your tongue followed suit and danced around his open mouth. Soon the euphoric feeling of floating gave way to a sharp pain. You snapped your head back and brought your fingers to your tongue to feel a deep cut. Fresh blood coated your fingertips as you looked from your hand to the mystery man. His smile changed from one of flirtation to one of malice. His teeth gleamed in the flickering floodlights above you revealing two impossibly sharp canines dripping with your blood. Your eyes grew large and wet with unshed tears as your brain tried to make sense of what was happening. All of your senses were heightened and your body was trying to protect itself as you tried to break free from the wall. But the handsome stranger was too quick, pinning your wrists against the hard brick. His smile grew more menacing as his lips inches closer and closer to your neck.
“Well, I didn't want you to find out this quickly. I wanted to have a little more fun with you first, but here we are. Oh well. At least you'll taste good.”
A deep chuckle pierced your eardrums louder than the music. A laughter that guaranteed that this was going to be your last moment alive. You screamed loud. The loudest you had ever screamed. It was all you could think to do.
But your screams fell on deaf ears as the music around you boomed and blasted. The last sensation you remember is sharp teeth sinking into your flesh like tissue paper. Like your human body was nothing more than a midnight snack for some unholy creature. Some godless abomination that laid its sights on you. It was all a waiting game. A predator that had already found its prey and just enjoyed the sight of it dancing around before he devoured it.
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Yandere Jock X F! Bookworm! Reader
Pt. 2 Pt.3
TW: Non-con, dubcon, spankings, mention of isolation, bribery
A/N: I’m excited to write my first smut like this. It was a much needed writing exercise.
Kofi: Wanna buy me a coffee?
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You were always a bookworm. You didn't like talking to other people much, but you value the few friends you have. That was until he came along. The school jock, the lightly tanned skin with sun-kissed hair boy, with six-foot stature. Along with muscles to match his build. He rarely came by you, but that day fate decided to let his eyes shine down on you in your corner of the library.
He grabbed a book about muscle mass and sat next to you in the blue bean bag.
"Have I seen you around anywhere? You look familiar," He asked, looking at you as you focused on your book more. "Not a talker, huh?"
You refused to give this guy the time of day, especially when you didn't want to be a one-time hookup. You close your book and leave the library, not paying attention to the football player behind you. If only you knew how much he wanted you.
Eventually, as the day went on, he would try to talk to you, but to no avail. You simply didn't want to be one of his sexual conquests. Then, the pep rally came for the big game, and that's when your life changed forever. As usual, your bookworm self skipped the pep rally to head out to the library. You didn't like the noise and screams of other students, and you especially didn't like being crowded in a gymnasium during a hot day.
You grabbed a shiny blue book from the middle shelf and settled into the bean bag near a dark and quiet corner. The librarian had already gone home but left the keys under the doormat since she knew you liked to come after hours. Although, it was a pain having to lock up before going home.
The last bell rang, but unfortunately, you couldn't hear it due to falling asleep from reading Caraval. But that wasn't unusual for you. You'd just wake up and walk out of the library minutes to hours later. Unfortunately, your absence at the pep rally had caused the final straw to break in this poor jock's mind. He had been trying to get your attention for days. Flowers in the locker you hardly visit, notes that ended up in the trash, and even $500 cash in your backpack. Nothing got your attention. You were always more interested in your damn books than him. But when you were nowhere to be seen during the pep rally, something broke inside of him. You obviously needed help noticing him, and he knew just how to fix it. He knew how you’re a virgin but still had the urge to touch yourself until orgasm. He was going to give you better than that. He was going to fuck your brains out. He was going to give the best fucking of your life. He was going to be oh so soft and gentle as he took your virginity away. That is if his testosterone-fueled rage didn’t make him overdue it.
He walked into the library and found your sleepy figure about to leave. Everyone had gone home, and the sun was starting to set. No one was going to help or catch you with him.
Like a predator in the dark, he made his move and slammed you into the brick wall, slightly tilting your glasses. He held both your hands above your head with one hand and used the other to grab your face.
“You’re going to pay attention to me. Not your books, not your phone, just me. Me!” He growled, his body twitching with rage. “Do you know how long I’ve tried to gain your attention? Your affection? Only for you to ignore me or brush me to the side!”
“I’m sorry! I truly didn’t mean to ignore you! I just thought you were messing with me!” You cried, tears streaming down your face as your glasses fogged up.
“Oh, but you did! You ignored me earlier today in this very library! You’ve ignored me whenever I tried to talk to you! Fuck! All those other girls I’ve let taint my body were for you! All for you! Your affection! Now it’s time I showed you how I feel since you won’t notice me without help!” He barks out, slamming his lips on yours.
His tongue didn’t even fight for dominance just took over your mouth. Occasionally, he’d wrap his tongue around yours, but his tongue was mainly greedy.
“Screw these! You don’t need them for this!” He growled, throwing your glasses off. “Perfect.”
Your hair was a mess, and drool trailed down your chin. His eyes began to stare at the baggy plain shirt covering your pretty ass. He roughly flipped you onto your stomach and lifted your ass up by the leggings. Despite your ass being small, it was still a cute bubbly round that he could pound into euphoria. He didn’t care you didn’t have a standard beauty body. That just meant more people would stay away from you. It was less work and bribing for him.
“Your choice, spankings, oral, or fingering? Though if we do fingering, we’re going straight to sex afterward,” He asks, slowly rubbing your ass.
“Spankings,” You answered immediately, wanting to stall him for as long as possible.
“Haha, I see you like my hands on your ass. Very well, I’ll spank you, but I’ll sneak in some kisses to ease the pain,” He said, slowly peeling your leggings to your knees.
His massive hands began to spank your ass roughly, occasionally slapping your sex to get more juices to spread around on your ass. It was only the beginning of the pleasure. You didn’t want to feel so good from him spanking you, but you were finding it hard to hold back your moans. He delivered the final slap to your ass, then dove straight into your ass to kiss your clothed pussy.
“I’m so glad you wore such thin lace panties today,” He moaned, beginning to kiss your sex more. “I don’t mind that you’re a jungle down there. It only means that everything will stay longer.”
You didn’t pay attention to a word he said as the pleasure from his praise was beginning to get to your head. Your eyes began to get unfocused, and eventually, you came in your underwear as his kisses quickened.
“Ah!” You moaned, realizing your mistake. He began to feast on the delicious cum served. “Agh! Ha! Fuck! Don’t slurp on it while you’re near me like that!”
He finished the last of your cum and peeled off your underwear. He gently flipped you onto your back and took your baggy shirt off, revealing a beautiful chest. He smiled and kissed your chest until he met your bra.
“You’ve got to show that rack more, darling. It suits you. I’ll buy you a matching set in your favorite color. Of course, I’ll only be able to see it, though,” He proposed, taking off the bra with one hand.
Your arms immediately went to your chest, but he stopped you from covering them up by gently rubbing a nipple.
“Sh, sh, sh, it’s ok, dear. Your chest size doesn’t bother me. It’s beautiful,” He cooed, kissing each breast. “Let me worship your body. You need to learn how much of a goddess you are.”
You nodded yes, but everything about it seemed wrong. But the kind words, the way he complimented you, made you feel loved. It made you feel the way those boys in the novels did. He had done all this work for you. Maybe you should give him a chance.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle. You’ll only feel a bit of discomfort,” He said, lining his member up with your vaginal opening. His member matched his height and proudly displayed its six inches.
You wanted to look at him, but you couldn’t. Not only had he thrown your glasses across the room, but you couldn’t look him in the face. It felt so humiliating being in this position in your sacred space.
“It’s your glasses, isn’t it? I shouldn’t have thrown them. I know how protective you are of them since your last pair got broken by that reckless freshman playing football. Here, I’ll get them for you.” He got up and grabbed the glasses from the floor. He gently placed them on your face, letting you see the adorable face full of love and concern. “Is that better, beautiful?”
“Yeah, it is better. Thank you,” You said, earning a soft and gentle kiss.
He returned to his original position and gently wrapped your legs around his waist. He stuck the tip in and waited for your approval to move further.
“You can move more. I’ll be ok,” You said, trying not to let tears out.
“I’ll be slow,” He put his whole length in and waited for you to adjust.
Your legs tighten around his waist, and he begins to thrust in and out of you. Each thrust released a wave of pleasure, pleas, and moans. Both fed off each other’s arousal and pleasure, until the poor jock got pushed over the edge. He lifted your legs as far back as they could and straddled you, beginning his rapid-fire thrusts. Your genital hairs tangled with his causing more friction and tension with each thrust. Your moans for him and his moans for you echoed through the empty library.
“Hah, oh fuck! I’m cumming!”
“I know, darling! So am I!”
He put both hands on your cheeks and looked at you as his climax approached.
“Let’s cum together!”
He thrust one last time, and you both came. Although he came inside of you, you couldn’t care less. You were his now. Besides, you were taking the pill, and you were always perfect with following the schedule for it.
“I love you, darling, more than you realize.”
You couldn’t help but lay on the floor, naked, next to him and say, “I love you too.”
#yandere jock#smut#x reader#yandere jock X reader#f! reader#football jock#tw noncon#tw dubious consent#tw dubcon#x you smut#yandere smut#yandere noncon#male yandere#yandere dubcon#1k notes
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Sirius Black, the firstborn. The aristocrat. The one raised in a disgustingly rich, respected, and feared family. Sirius Black, the rebel without a cause, who forged his identity by opposing the values of that family. The tall guy, so handsome that girls couldn’t even concentrate on their exams. The popular one, the one who had it all. The one who didn’t have to worry about running away from home because the loving parents of his also-rich best friend took him in. Sirius Black, the one at the top, the one who did whatever he wanted to those beneath him. The one who spent seven years torturing a poor half-blood just out of boredom, for fun, because he could.
Sirius Black, who looked at that poor half-blood as a representation of everything he hated, everything that disgusted him. Despising him for wanting to go to his family’s house, for wanting to gain power that he—let’s be honest—had possessed from birth. Sirius Black, constantly laughing at Severus Snape, calling him Snivellus, mocking his appearance, ridiculing his poor, downtrodden look, encouraging him to go somewhere he’d likely end up dead. Sirius Black, convinced he was doing nothing wrong because Severus Snape was a piece of shit who followed the Death Eaters, and hurting him was completely justified.
Sirius Black, the brave one, the one who would’ve given his life for the good cause, the one who was on the right side from the beginning, who always knew where he belonged, who went to war and gave it his all—so much that he ended up in prison.
Sirius Black, who escapes Azkaban only to end up in another prison. The one who, locked in his family home, starts to see things for what they are. The one who is no longer a help but a hindrance. The one who is just a ticking time bomb for a Dumbledore who never gave a damn about his zeal for the fight. Sirius Black, who suddenly finds himself facing that same half-blood he used to insult, to hit, to hunt down like a predator after its daily meal. There he is, with them. Severus Snape, the Dark Arts freak, the greasy-haired, Malfoy’s lapdog, the one who followed the pureblood supremacists and bears the Dark Mark. The same Severus Snape who was a Death Eater and followed Voldemort, now stands as Dumbledore’s right-hand man.
And Dumbledore trusts him more than anyone. Trusts him so much that, although neither Lupin, Tonks, nor Moody like having him among their ranks, no one dares say a word against him. Only Sirius speaks up, and when he does, everyone scolds him. Because he’s no longer Snivellus; now he’s Snape. He’s a double agent. He’s someone important. He’s a rook, a bishop, a knight, while the others are mere pawns.
Sirius Black wonders why. Why, if he did everything right, if he stood up to his family, if he always defended what was right, he’s now reduced to a broken toy confined to isolation while that piece of shit who did everything wrong is the one who has Dumbledore’s favor. Because Sirius was always one of the good ones, and Severus was one of the bad ones. Because tormenting and mistreating him was justified. But then he realizes it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter who’s good or bad in a war; what matters is how useful you are to those who wage them.
And he has become useless, while Severus is a key piece. And that is the best revenge Severus could have had for all the years of abuse he endured: for Sirius to realize, in the last months of his life, that all his efforts to rebel had meant nothing. In a war against power structures, the aristocratic boy never has a place.*
#kind of a meta#or headcanon#but more poetic as i expected lol#sirius black#severus snape#pro snape#snapedom#pro severus snape#severus snape defense#order of the phoenix#albus dumbledore#harry potter headcanons#sirius black headcanons#hp
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Humans Are Space Orcs
Right?
Okay, so, what if aliens were to see what our kind had developed merely for entertainment purposes, which is a completely baseless IDEA of what we expect aliens to be like.
This is the one that got me thinking. Alien Isolation. The absolute horror that we have spent time and effort to create, to scare ourselves. Because a Deathworld wasn't fucking enough. It's enough to send a human screaming and whimpering. An (apparently) apex predator species.
It was a random day in the space station where sentient beings of all kinds worked at. One of the more adventurous Jlorps, against their good judgement, decided to ask human Oliver about his favourite horror 'entertainment'. Horror was a fairly new concept being slowly understood by the other beings, but how an instinctive reaction in the face of imminent doom, was a pastime, or even a FAVOURITE pastime, was beyond them. However, Oliver could not resist showing them what a Xenomorph is.
Jlorp Ilof watched, frozen in sheer terror, as they saw what the human mind considered terrifying, suddenly remembering all the serious advice that others of his kind, and other aliens too, gave them regarding this particular killer species. What's worse, was that Human Oliver was e x c i t e d to show them their kind's work, which was meant to scare them, which has stopped being scary on account of Oliver not accepting defeat.
"Well.... what do you think?" Oliver asked carefully, as he had observed the previously confident Ilof, slowly start to change their colour from a bright yellow to a dull purple, their kind's indication of feeling fear. He could not help but cringe a little internally, as he really should have thought things through before introducing a prey species to something that scares a good number of his own people.
Ilof spoke after a while, trying to think how they will forget what they saw a minute ago. It was downright traumatising for them. Humans alone were capable of terrifying most of the beings in their galaxy, what were they even thinking, asking their human friend what they were scared of?
"But... why? Why is simulated terror entertaining??" Ilof asked, as they did the Jlorp equivalent of wiping one's cold sweat.
"Because." Olive protested, "It gets our adrenaline flowing. It's a 'flight or fight' response from our brain, when we're in danger. If you subtract the danger from a situation, and add the comfort of knowing you yourself will be safe, it only leaves behind a racing pulse, which... well, it makes us feel alive."
Ilof was at a loss for words.
Human beings liked being in danger, but not dying. But they'd also heard stories about how some humans had readily jumped in the face of danger, where death was certain, to save their comrades. There were too much information in their head, all of them either connected or contradictory.
"Okay, Oliver, so let me get this straight, your kind feels dead at times, somehow, and you simulate death and destruction, to soothe said 'deadness'?"
"Precisely." Oliver beamed, which made the Jlorp further uncomfortable.
"I think I will retire to my work station now."
Ilof never asked another human being, what 'horror' they liked best, choosing to religiously follow the advice from other aliens who have experienced humans and their bizarre rituals and pastimes.
#EarthIsSpaceAustralia
#humansarespaceorcs
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I assume that the series will not make Maya a bad person and it will turn out that she is "not that bad", that she only had Kohei's good at heart and in the end she will understand everything and even reconcile and be friends with Taichi 🙃 But I'll tell you why I dgaf and why such a character bothers me, especially when she's a girl in a BL series:
Maya is completely unnecessarily rude and I mean rude personally. You don't even know how pissed I was that she called Taichi's handwriting and drawings "ugly", which to me is on the same level as calling someone ugly. Even when someone's handwriting is bad and you can't read it, you can point it out in a normal, polite way!
Maya simply acts weird with Taichi and his friends, haughtily and with barely concealed arrogance. She also behaves in their presence as if she was with them as a punishment, she treats each invitation like: "oh joy, another meal 🙄"
her body language suggests that only Kohei is the "good one" and the rest of the people are either almost predators or some poor, stinking peasants, I mean, the way she looks at Taichi with an appraising gaze made my blood boil and and my pocket guillotine opened
it's interesting how Kohei described his problems with his disability, belittling himself, and how she uses her disability to look down on other people
she also uses her and Kohei's disability to create divisions and isolation
she thinks she knows what is best for Kohei and steers/manipulates him in this direction without asking his opinion
assuming that "I have it the worst in life" is an exceptional level of ignorance and narcissism, we have no idea what happened in other people's lives, what is currently happening in their lives, and the funniest, seemingly happiest poeple often hide biggest traumas
I will return again to the exceptional rudeness, which is completely unnecessary: the personal comments, zero filter and manners in conversation, different behavior in the presence of Taichi and different when Kohei appears, which screams bad intention, deceit and duplicity. And yes - her behavior towards Taichi and his friends is a bit classist, intentionally or not. Her entire conversation with Taichi, just shocked me ngl, it was one terrible sentence and accusation after another terrible sentence and accusation
I dislike everything about this person, she is not some poor, lost girl trying ineptly to "save" Kohei. She INTENTIONALLY offends innocent people who have done nothing wrong, often for things beyond their control and about which she has no idea, divides people using manipulation, is false and pretends and is different in contacts with different people. There is some kind of malice in her, which will be hard to defend in the future. And did I mention that she's extremely rude? And not in a funny way like Methas from TLDHLB, but in a mean, arrogant way? Just in case, I'll remind you again 😉
(And to make it even messier and funnier, I don't even know if she's interested in Kohei romantically. If so, that makes her an even worse person)
#I bet they'll make her friends with Taichi at the end 😑#i hear the sunspot#hidamari ga kikoeru#bl drama#japanese bl
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My Darlin'
Warnings- Dark Bucky, dubcon, forcing, manipulation, forced/manipulated kissing and touching.
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It was a dark and gloomy night, you and your best friend Kate, were driving home through an isolated road. After a long day at work, you just wanted to get home and relax. However, as Kate was driving, you heard a loud bang and suddenly felt the vehicle shaking. The tire had punctured. You and Kate, got down and tried to remove the tire, but you didn't have a spare one. They both stood staring at each other, not sure of what to do next.
Just then, they saw a house by the side of the road. "Look, a house! Let's see if someone lives there, who could help us!" Kate said. "Yes, I do not think it would be a good idea to wait here alone in the dark. Let's hope they are welcoming and helpful." You replied.
The house looked old and dilapidated, but they were desperate and took a risk. They went up to the house and knocked on the door, hoping that someone would be home.
The door swung open, revealing a handsome man. He was a tall, imposing figure with a dark, brooding expression, wearing a long sleeve Henley and gloves. His eyes were hard and sharp, and he seemed like he was expecting them. He looked at them both, and said, "What do you need?"
You and Kate gave each other a look, you both knew it is not wise to judge people by their appearance, maybe he is really friendly. Either way, you both are in a situation and don't think you can get out of it, without talking to him.
Kate was quick to explain him, the car situation. As Bucky listened to her explain, he couldn't help feeling drawn to you. Your beauty, innocence, and gentle nature were irresistible to him. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You could feel his intense stare, making you uncomfortable. Kate quickly noticed your discomfort and grew frustrated with Bucky's behavior.
"Stop staring at her," Kate said, "she obviously doesn't like it."
As Kate said these words, Bucky felt a deep sense of satisfaction and amusement in making you uncomfortable. He was enjoying your discomfort, and was eager to keep staring, almost daring you to challenge him further.
Bucky was enjoying the feeling of having power over you. He kept staring, and you felt more and more uneasy as he continued. You had never felt such intense gaze before, and it made you feel, vulnerable and exposed. You felt your heartbeat increase, you wanted to turn away from his gaze, but felt like you couldn't break the connection even if you wanted to.
Feeling nervous and exposed under Bucky's gaze, you mustered the courage to speak. “Can you please help us?” you tried to speak with a confident tone, but your voice trembled ever so slightly.
Bucky smiled at your attempt to act confident. He was amused by your nervous trembled voice, and enjoyed your awkward gesture to speak confidently. He responded, “Of course darlin’ I’ll help ya. But I have a condition.”
"What is your condition?" you asked politely, trying to hide your nervousness and discomfort.
Bucky leaned closer to you, with a smile that exuded sinister intent. He leaned in so close that it made your skin crawl and you felt an intense sense of discomfort. "You have to be my girlfriend," Bucky said seductively, "then I will help you out."
You were shocked by Bucky's condition, and felt a mix of disgust and fear. You immediately pulled back and took a step away from him. You had no desire to be Bucky's girlfriend, and you found his offer insulting and offensive.
"Wait, are you serious?" Kate stepped forward and placed a protective hand on your shoulder. She was surprised and outraged by Bucky's offer, and she felt disgusted at his audacity. She was also horrified by the way he had lean in and come so close to you, it reminded her of a predator.
"Yes, I am serious," Bucky said with a sinister grin. His eyes twinkled with delight, and his voice dripped with sensual intent. "If you want me to help with the flat tire, you must be my girlfriend."
"That's outrageous!" Kate shouted angrily. She was appalled at the way Bucky was treating you, and she was offended at the implication that her friend was being objectified and reduced to nothing more than a prize to be won.
"Calm down, calm down," Bucky said sarcastically. He laughed at Kate’s protective reaction, and seemed unfazed by her outrage. "I was just joking, I'll help you with the flat tire without any conditions. I was just messing around."
"It's not funny!" Kate snapped. She was livid at the way Bucky had treated them both, and he was not making her feel better by dismissing their emotions. She was even more outraged by the way he was trying to act like it was just a joke, and that she was overreacting.
Bucky chuckled at your and Kate's reaction, and then nodded briefly. "Okay then, let's get the tire changed." Bucky smiles and nods, and motions for them to follow him. As he walks, he subtly looks at you a few times. He is quite interested.
As you follow him, you whisper to Kate, “Are you sure this is a good idea? This guy looks like he has some dark intentions on his mind..." Before Kate could reply Bucky speaks “Let's hurry, the sooner we get it done, the better."
Bucky, leads them into the basement. The room is very large, but dark and creepy. There is a single dim light in the corner of the room that provides minimal lighting.
"Here we are, I will get my tools." Bucky tells them.
The surroundings were quite eerie, as you were looking around, you saw something shine in his pocket, upon further focus, your gaze fell on the gun in Bucky's pocket. You had a feeling that he wasn't as harmless as he seemed. You quickly grabbed Kate and motioned her towards the door. They slowly backed out of the door, and Bucky caught the movement.
"Where do you think you're going?" Bucky asked mockingly. He stood in front of the door, blocking the exit and looking down at the two women with a smirk on his face.
“We…we..we were just going to wait outside for you near the car” you tell him in fear.
He glanced at you both and sighed. "You were just trying to leave without my permission, weren't you?"
"We weren't trying to leave, we...we just wanted to..." Kate fumbled with her words, feeling embarrassed and intimidated by Bucky's presence. She didn't want to come off as a coward, but she also felt nervous about being caught in a room alone with him.
Bucky laughed at their flustered reaction. He saw the fear in their eyes, and enjoyed the feeling of making them feel anxious. He slowly walked up to them, and towered over them in intimidating manner.
"You thought you could leave and get away from me?" Bucky said, his voice dripping with seduction. He was close enough that he could see the girls' faces clearly, and he could smell their scent. He was delighted by their fear and discomfort, and his desire for them was growing stronger by the moment.
“Now I have to charge you for being disrespectful towards me.” Bucky laughed as he moved and walked to fix the car. As he was working, his eyes were quickly scanning up and down your body and lingering where they shouldn't. Bucky chuckled looking at you, "Okay then, let's get the tire changed." He pulled out a jack from his toolbox. With practiced efficiency he began to remove the tire from the car, working quickly and efficiently with little effort. His eyes drifting away yet again to look at you, up and down some more, this time a little less subtly.
He was quick to fix the car. But even quicker to grab your arm. “Now let’s talk about my charge.” He smiled.
“How much do you want?” Kate asks, opening her purse to pay him. Bucky smirks proudly, “80$”. Your jaw dropped wide open. 80$? Are you crazy? You snapped, trying to pull your arm away. Only for him to make his grip tighter.
“Either pay me or?” “Or what?” you ask nervously.
Bucky leans closer “You become my girlfriend.” You are getting more and more scared of the situation. Kate is trying her best to keep her emotions calm, but is struggling. You try to get his hand off you, but his grip is very tight.
"Stop it. I'm not interested in you. You need to leave me alone, please...." you plead. Bucky doesn't seem to recognize your refusal. He continues to hold you tightly and leans in towards you. "You may not be looking for a relationship, but I'm sure you will agree to some fun anyways. Let's go have some fun, alone. You'll enjoy the time we spend together, I guarantee it."
Bucky seems to get more and more insistent for you to agree to a relationship with him. Now he is offering two options either let him do whatever he wants with you, or give him money instead. He leans in towards you and whispers, "You can either let me do what I want with you, or pay me. Make a decision now, or I'll just take you by force."
“Can you please let go of my hand, I need to check my wallet.” Bucky subtly takes your wallet from you. “Ah only cards and few dollars” He announces proudly.
“We can pay you through app.” Kate suggests. But Bucky refuses.
Bucky laughs at this. "I don't want your cards and apps, I want cash. You're lucky I am even offering you this option. Just accept my offer, or I'll have to take her by force."
He continues to grip your arm, now getting slightly closer than before.
“Okay okay, is there any ATM nearby?” Kate asks frantically. Bucky thinks for a moment, and thinks of an easy way to get free cash from them.
"Yes, there is an ATM just down the road. If you can get me 80$ cash, we can sort this whole thing out. I have a strong feeling you won't come back with the cash, though." “You got to trust us.” You tell him politely. “No darlin’, you are going to stay here with me, till your friend is back with the cash.” "Okay, fair enough. Just take your hands off me now.” You tell him. Bucky removes his hands, but remains close to you.
Kate is not sure about leaving you alone, but having no other option she agrees to go and get the cash. Promising you to be back as soon as possible.
As Kate leaves, Bucky turns back to you and laughs softly. "It seems your friend has left," he said seductively. "Now it's just you and me, all alone."
"What do you want with me?" you ask nervously, feeling uneasy being alone with Bucky. You could sense his intention, and felt uncomfortable with his sudden attention.
"I want you to be my girlfriend." Bucky answered, his tone dripping with a sensual intent. He was enjoying the way your fear of him was making you quiver and shake in his presence. He continued to inch closer toward, invading your personal space and feeling no shame. "I'm not going to be your girlfriend!" you protested. You started to become frantic and stepped back to get away from his grasp, but he simply kept inching closer.
"Why not?" Bucky asked, his tone becoming more coercive and demanding. He continued to inch closer, as if he was trying to trap you against the wall. The fear in your eyes turned him on even more.
"Look, I'm sure you are a nice person. But I'm not interested in any sort of relationship right now.” You tried to explain.
Bucky was getting furious at your rejection, and his face darkens. "You think you can just reject me like that? You think you're so much better than me?"
"No, that's not what I'm saying. It's just that I'm not looking for a relationship or anything like that right now." You tried hard to explain it to him.
Bucky seems furious that you are not willing to go along with what he wants.
"You are a pretty girl, you can't just turn me down like that. Let's have some fun, you know you want to. You have beautiful eyes. You are a very gorgeous, I can see why I am attracted to you."
You are shocked by the compliment, but remain cautious since he seems very dangerous. "Thank you for the compliment, but it is not going to change my answer. I'm not interested in a relationship right now. Plus, my friend will be back with the cash to pay you shortly."
Bucky lets out a big laugh, "An hour is quite a lot of time, don't you think? We will have so much time to talk about things. To get to know each other, do something. Don't you find that exciting?"
Your eyes widen in fear as you realize that he had tricked you and Kate.
Your voice was a whisper in shock, "You lied about the distance, didn't you? You tricked us to get me out here all alone with you."
"I sure did. Now that we're out here, away from anyone else, you'll have to do what I want. Or I will take you by force. Your choice." He smiles.
You are scared by this revelation. Your breath is heavy, you feel like you could cry. "What do you mean by 'take me by force?' Are you going to hurt me?"
"I don't want to hurt you, but I can be forceful if you're not... Receptive. I'm a lonely man, you know. I haven't had any company in years, and I would really like that to change. You could make a different choice..." he tells you calmly.
Your mouth is dry, and you shudder at the thought of him being forceful. "Well, what choice do you mean? I've already told you, I'm not interested in a relationship right now..."
"Yes, but you're also in a situation where you could change your mind, at least for one evening, that is." He offers.
You can feel your heart is beating very fast. “Why do you have a gun?”
"This gun?” He removes it from his pocket to show you, “I'm allowed to carry it, I have a permit for it. I would never do anything bad with it, but you should know... It could be used if I'm not happy with anything you do."
Bucky leans in closer to you and whispers, "The last time someone didn't listen to me... It didn't end well." A chill goes up your spine, as you wonder, what he did to the last person and whether he might do it to you too. You nod, afraid to anger him further.
"I can't keep my eyes off of you. Your lips are so soft and delicate, just begging for mine..."
Your breath catches and you feel like you are going to faint.
"You can look around all you want, but there's no one here but me. You're out here in the middle of nowhere with me, and there's no one to help you." He laughs.
"Those lips of yours are really distracting me. I can tell you know how to use them, they look like they are made for one thing..."
"Please, I'm really not interested in you like that. I'll even pay you whatever you need. Just, uh, please, just stop."
Bucky laughs as he sees your fear. "I know what would make you more inclined to do what I want. I can give you a small taste right now, and if you like it, then I'm sure you'll change your mind about having some fun tonight."
You are shaking, and your mind is spinning. You don’t know how to react, and not sure if you would be able to make a run for it.
"You really should listen to me, you're so much weaker than I am. But I can protect you, if you let me... Your life could go on without any worries at all, as long as you let me have some fun with you tonight."
Your throat is dry and afraid to respond. You are shaking with fear, and do not know what to say.
He grabs you by the shoulder, "You know what I want from you, don't you? I want you. And you know you want me, I can see it in your eyes. Just let me have you for this one night, it won't hurt anyone, I'm sure. I am going to get what I want from you, one way or another."
Bucky's grin remained plastered across his face as he leaned forward. His breath smelled of liquor as he spoke, his voice low and soothing. You could feel the air of his hot breath. "Don't try to fight me, just accept it. It will all be over a lot more quickly for everyone if you just let me have my fun with you. It'll be enjoyable, and nobody has to get hurt."
Bucky takes your face in his hands, and forcibly pulls you towards him. He holds your face tightly, his eyes staring directly into yours.
"You are a beautiful girl, and I deserve a kiss from you as a reward for letting you stay here. Give me a kiss, now."
The fear grows in your eyes, as you can't move your face away from him. Bucky is grabbing your face tightly, and holds you in place forcefully without letting you move away from him.
He lets out a low chuckle and smiles at you, clearly amused by your fear and that he had the upper hand in this situation. He ran a finger beneath your chin and you shivered from the coldness of his touch despite the heat of his breath.
"Kiss me now. We both know you want to, you're trying to play the whole innocent card all for the act but I see right through it, darlin' "
You try to shake your head, but Bucky doesn't let you. He pulls you towards him, closer than before, and leans his head close to yours.
The smell of liquor seemed to get stronger the more he closed the gap. That same damn grin remained on his face as he kept edging closer until his voice was almost in your ear.
"You're too pretty to be wasting away your time alone. You a whore? You got a boyfriend?" “No I'm not! You shout at him and he laughs in your face
"So much denial in such a pretty little package. Just let me feel your lips, that's all I'm asking for...What do ya say?" He asks with a hint of excitement, his breath still heavy against your skin and his eyes locking in on your lips. His breath was hot and smelly as he waited for an answer, holding back the urge to force himself on you.
“A kiss is never just a kiss” you voice is barely a whisper.
A wry smile creeps across his face as he leans still closer to you. Your fear was obvious now and he had you right where he wanted.
"Just a nice lil kiss. Come on now... just to show me ya appreciate me looking after ya. What do ya say girlie?”
“Okay...” You don't know what made you say yes, the fact that you are scared of him or the way he is so confident with you.
"That's a good girl....I'm going to make you feel what no other man can. I'm going to show you a whole new world... You're just going to relax now, and you're just gonna tilt that little head of yours towards mine.. and then we're gonna kiss. Okay?" You nod, not knowing what to do and Bucky now kisses you aggressively, pressing his mouth against yours forcefully with his tongue. Your eyes are closed and your breath is heavy, as you continue trying to resist and pull away from him. However, you feel completely helpless against his strength.
"That's a good girl. I knew you couldn't refuse me a simple kiss...”
He grabs the sides of your face, and pulls you even closer, letting his tongue explore your r mouth.
You whimper in fear, as you feel his hand wander down your body, Bucky laughs at your reaction. His hand continues to explore your body, as he continues to kiss you.
"I think you're enjoying this a little more than you let on... Don't be shy, you can give into me. I want to play with you more..."
As his hands keeping roaming, you are both terrified and aroused by his advances, not knowing what to do. You try to resist it, but your body can't stop reacting to his touches.
Bucky notices this reaction and seems to relish it. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you even closer against him.
"Don't try to fight it, I see how much you're enjoying this. I'll let you enjoy it some more if you let me continue..."
Your breath is heavy and your eyes are closed tightly. You can't fight him off anymore. You let out a soft whimper as he bites your neck. You feel like there's nothing you can do in this situation, and simply let him mark his claim. You find yourself enjoying it, and the fear is mixed with feeling of arousal.
"Good girl, you're enjoying this, aren't you? I can see this is making you want more..." His teeth graze your neck, leaving a faint bite mark.
You felt his lips touch yours and your body trembled. Your breath hitched as you began to kiss back, your body going weak and your heart beating out of your chest. Lost in that moment your mind had turned into a blank slate. They were so close their lips met and her hands grasped onto the back of his neck.
As the kiss deepened, his hand started to roam freely, groping your breast. Bucky notices Kate approaching, and immediately lets go of you muttering profanities but not before squeezing your boob again. You were speechless not able to make any sense.
He watches Kate approach, and realizes his actions have failed. He stares down at you, feeling angry that Kate has interrupted his plans.
He speaks to Kate in a demanding and insistent way. "So, you've finally come back with the cash to pay me. This girl here must have a kind friend, to want to pay for her so much."
Kate hands him the money, avoiding eye contact with Bucky. This annoys him, but he can't do anything about it from here.
Bucky nods at her, accepting the money, but he still doesn't like his plan being disrupted. Bucky takes the money and counts it, in front of them both.
He smiles at Kate, but still feels some anger from the disturbance. "I'm glad you came back with the money. I wouldn't have wanted to have to get forceful just yet, but if you hadn't have come back, I would have had to. That girl would surely have wanted more from me, if she had seen more of what I could do."
You think about how weak you were against his advances. His words and touches made you feel such a mix of fear, arousal and weakness. You cannot believe yourself, horrified at your reaction towards him, but can't stop thinking about it.
Bucky looks at you and smiles. "Now that I've been paid, I assume you're going to leave."
He glances at you in a suggestive way, as if implying that he and she will meet again soon.
What you don’t know is, when Bucky had taken your wallet, he subtly took out your id that had your address and number.
He smiles at you, and whispers, "I'll see you again soon. I can tell you want more..."
Bucky laughs and leaves, his anger still simmering, but determined to see you again very soon.
Kate sees the fear and shame in your eyes, and becomes concerned. She can't help but notice that Bucky's eyes were wandering around you, and she's noticed the bite mark on your neck.
"Did something happen? I saw how he was looking at you, and your bite mark on your neck... did something happen while I was away?" she asks cautiously.
You were about to tell he that nothing happened, but you notice Kate already has figured out what happened.
"He just kissed me, it's not a big deal. It's not like it was forced or anything... I am sure he wasn't going to do anything else. I am fine, I promise."
Kate hugs you and assures you.
"It's alright hun, everything is fine. You did nothing wrong. It's him who did something wrong, he never should have acted like that. You can tell me as much or as little as you want to. I'm just glad that you're okay, and that he didn't actually do anything to you."
"Please, let's go home."
Bucky watches them from his window, feeling anger and resentment that he didn't get to do more. He is disappointed that his plans were interrupted, and determined to make up for that loss, and see you again as soon as possible.
You stare out of the window, not saying anything, and feeling a sense of mixed emotions. You find yourself unable to get Bucky's face out of your head, thinking about how he made you feel. It was all a bit intimidating and frightening, but you can't lie to yourself, feeling a sense of arousal from it in hindsight.
You can't stop from thinking about the touches and kisses from him. Disgusted, feeling guilty that you are turned on by the encounters.
You feel the texture and pain from his bite mark, and feels a sense of guilt in how it makes you feel.
A week later after the incident………
You are back to your normal routine. Getting dressed for work, feeling like your mind is on autopilot. You think about the events the whole time, and can't stop feeling a mix of shame and arousal over what happened.
You are going about your normal routine, unaware that someone is watching you.
Someone knocks on your door. And when you open it you can’t stop from being nervous, scared and aroused?
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WE DID IT!!!!!!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE!!!!! This is such a big milestone. Halfway until 1000 followers... that's absolutely insane!!
This will be the last follower update until we reach 1000. But, I wanna share something special with you all and get rather personal...
So, about a year ago, I wanted to learn how to draw because I was feeling depressed about "not being productive enough." Basically I got sucked into the bullshit productivity self help stuff that wants to turn your life into a cold calculated work obsessed nightmare, rather than living in the moment due to fear mongering about the future and how "if you don't grind now you WILL be a failure and die alone and get no pussy." (No wonder I picked Team Present for the Grand Fest...)
Plus I dropped out of uni at the time and welp, to put it lightly, I was feeling fucking god awful and I was scared into basically "putting in the hard work" by all these self help channels and other bullshit online. Whatever the FUCK that vague shit means, my autistic brain still doesn't get it.
It was BY FAR the worst period of my life, but, at least I tried to do SOMETHING. And I wanna show you all some of the things that I drew last year....
This was between October 2023 to February 2024. I stopped drawing due to it causing me much frustration and anger.
So yeah! Uh... enjoy?
So.... not the best work you've seen, right? HAHAHAHAHA!
Would you freak out if I told you that I got upset and damaged a book and a fan because I got so mad at myself over not being able to draw or do anything right?...
I feel like this ain't for me, and you know what? That's okay! I've learnt that it's okay to try new things, it's okay to experiment and if shit doesn't work then it doesn't work. Plain and simple. It's perfectly fine to give up and try something else.
You are not a robot, you are a human being. Don't feel like you "gotta do something everyday otherwise you'll die alone and you'll be broke and you'll never be successful and you'll be forgotten!!"
Do feel pressured to feel like you have to "find your thing" or "be productive" or whatever kind of... heh.... BRAINWASHING you hear online.
I wanted to draw because I was jealous of others, including my friends who are skilled artists... and I did it for the wrong reasons which is why I stopped in February.
I am very happy that I've decided to actually focus on what i like doing and what gives me energy. A quote that has stuck with me for years now is a quote by Jordan Peele from an interview, and it's basically this-
"Follow the fun." And you know what? He's right. Following what gives you that good good boost of dopamine while also feeling like you're accomplishing something is one of the best feelings EVER!!!! Whether it's art, writing, modelling, sculpting, architecture, making music, acting, clay sculptures, etc. FOLLOW THE FUN!! FOLLOW THE SHIT THAT EXCITES YOU!!! I literally always have multiple projects spiralling around in my head all the time and cycling between them at every given moment.
I'm not even saying do only what makes you comfortable or be lazy either, do shit that makes you go "BRING IT ON!!!! I WANNA DO THIS!!!" Get that blood pumping!!! Challenge yourself fairly!!!! There's healthy and unhealthy stress. Healthy stress should make you feel like a fucking PREDATOR!!! AN ANIMAL ON THE HUNT!!! While unhealthy stress makes you feels like you're the prey, the one who's being chased by an unknown force that's out to get you!!
I feel like I'm kinda rambling... anyways!!! ENOUGH WITH THE INSPIRATIONAL BULLSHIT!!! THANK YOU ALL!!!!!! 99% of you have been awesome and incredible!!!
It's also been an honor to get to know so many people who feel the same way as I do about a certain squid lady and her best friends.... before I went onto tumblr I genuinely felt so alone and so insane. I felt isolated, I felt like no one saw these characters the way that I do... I thought my perspective of a certain squid lady and her rebel phase was invalided and false... But now I know that I have people who have my back and understand what I'm trying to express...
One final time, thank you. I'll keep going.
STAY FRESH!!!!!!!!!!
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One Night Under the Stars
Here is a little birthing story I had been working on recently. I wanted something a little bit more focused than what I was working on previously. I do hope you guys enjoy it.
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Thomas Harper always loved camping and the outdoors. After several months of slaving away in front of his computer screen at work, he finally took the time off. He was planning a few days out in the woods sleeping under the stars, fishing, and enjoying being away from the city. It was just what Thomas wanted. In the early morning, Thomas loaded his truck with what he needed: camping gear, fishing rods, and a small cooler filled with a few days' worth of food.
Thomas was looking forward to this trip for months. He would have gone a little sooner but with Thomas being heavily pregnant, he had other things taking priority. But now with time on his side, and nearing the end of his third trimester he wanted one last trip to the outdoors before he popped.
Thomas' friends voiced their concerns about him going. Numerous times he reassured them he had everything under control. "I don't feel like I'm gonna pop any time soon. I'll be fine,"
He was ready to leave, adjusting the rear-view mirror, and glanced down at his round pregnant belly pressing lightly against the steering wheel. Thomas let out a deep sigh. He drove down the winding roads through the hills and into the dense forests out of town. Thomas eventually came up to the entrance of Eagle Lake State Park. He had visited the park a few times before, there were no large predators in the area - a few deer at best.
Thomas checked in at the ranger station. After Thomas drove to his chosen campsite near the edge of a large, serene lake, he parked his truck, and carefully unloaded his gear. The first thing he needed was to set up his tent. He worked at getting the poles placed and the tent put up. As he hammered the last tent peg into the ground, he took a deep breath of the fresh, pine-scented air and smiled. He felt a sense of peace wash over him, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of his everyday life. With the tent up, he pulled out the cot from the back of his truck and set it in. He laid out a sleeping bag, a few pillows, and his maternity body pillow to ensure he would be comfortable at night. He was a little winded, huffing and rubbing on his big pregnant belly. "You're lucky I like you, or I wouldn't deal with this,"
The campsite was perfect: secluded enough to feel like he was alone in the wilderness but close enough to the river to catch fish. He didn't have any cell reception ensuring no one would be calling him to break up his quiet. He was perfectly isolated. Thomas sat at the edge of his truck taking a deep breath of the soak in the forest around him. He could smell the fresh scent of pine and earth, a hint of the river nearby being carried on the gentle breeze wafting through his small camp.
Thomas felt his baby kicking around his belly button, as if in approval of their surroundings. Thomas let out a small laugh as he traced his fingers over his belly. "You like that little man?" He asked
His baby kicked back. Thomas pushed down gently on the same spot. Thomas told his unborn baby boy to stop being so rough. There was a kick again where his finger just was. Thomas couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, don't you just think you're adorable?" He spoke to his baby bump.
Scooting off the gate of his truck he pulled out the folding chair and the grate. He went around for stones to make a fire pit and then placed the grate on top. His grill was set up. His camp was set up. Carefully letting himself plop down into his chair. Thomas took a moment to relax.
Thomas rested his hands on the top of his baby bump. He felt his little one fluttering underneath his hands. He closed his eyes taking in the fresh air. A gentle breeze wafting through the trees. A deep sigh, and a gentle pat. “Come one little man,”
Thomas finally decided to grab his fishing gear: his fishing pole, a small tackle box, a net, and a folding chair. It was a nice little walk from his camp down to the lake. He came to a serene calm lake, the water was a nice deep blue. It was so nice, like something off of a postcard. The sun was almost directly overhead, it had to be close to midday. He found a nice spot with a little shade and set up his folding chair.
At the edge of the water he cast his line, took a deep breath, and relaxed, he let his hand rest on top of his pregnant belly. When he felt a nibble he quickly tried to reel in. Sometimes he got lucky. It had already been several hours. Thomas lost himself in the rhythmic motions of casting and reeling. He caught enough fish for a modest dinner for him and his baby. He cleaned, prepped, and cooked the fish once he got back to his camp. The warmth of the fire felt nice. He tried to endure the little discomforts, he was used to ignoring the small pain as it crept up from time to time.
With his belly full and the fire crackling, he settled in his chair tent as the night crept over. Once it was dark he stripped down in the tent sleeping in a jock and a t-shirt and climbed into his sleeping bag. Eyes closed, one hand against his baby bump as he cuddled up to his body pillow, laying on his side.
He tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable. The pain was getting to be too much to ignore. As much as he tried to ignore it it was getting to be impossible. Thomas groaned, gripping his body pillow tightly. The pain wasn’t going away from the pressure building in his lower waist. He felt the pressure pushing down on his waist. He thought he needed to go to the bathroom. He lay there in a fierce sweat. Thomas finally opened his eyes to the dark tent. He struggled to roll over getting onto his back. He left something wet against his leg.
Thomas quickly reached around for the lantern. Getting the lantern on, he opened up his sleeping bag. There was a huge wet spot, what bit of the fluid he had against him he noticed it was clear. “Huh?”
Thomas felt the pressure in his lower back along with the urge to push. “Shit! Now, seriously?!” Thomas groaned
He could feel the baby opening him up. Thomas threw his head back wailing in pain. “FUCK!”
Thomas’ breathing was shallow. Every time he felt the need to push he felt incredible pain. He was getting lightheaded. He could feel the tip of his fingers digging into his palm. He screamed as he tried to push again. The baby hadn’t come to his prostate yet.
“What do I do? I What-” Thomas was trying to breath
Everything hurts. He wanted to cry. Thomas lay there. His legs were spread far apart. The urge to push was overwhelming but he couldn’t tolerate the pain of delivery. Thomas tried to push. With a little force, the baby moved a little, stretching him open until he couldn’t tolerate the pain again. The baby was slowly descending through his birth canal. He could feel the baby’s head was right against his prostate.
Thomas was light-headed. He unclenched his fist and placed his hand on his pregnant belly. He tried to get a deep breath feeling the relief wash over him. He could feel it again. He wanted to push. He felt his thigh; bending his knee and lifting it close to his chest. He held his leg open holding it at the back of his knee. One leg up. He tried to lift the other. A little more work but he managed to get into the same position. Thomas held his legs up nice and wide. He tried to breathe nice and deep. He needed to be ready for it.
The urge to push. He tensed up, his arms weak but holding his legs open. He felt the baby slide right onto his prostate. Thomas’ body shook, his balls quivering. It was an intense and sudden pain. His cock shot up, nice and hard, against his jock strap. Thomas kept pushing, feeling the baby grind against it. His eyes crossed, his cock flared. He screamed, ending his pushing.
Thomas wouldn’t let go of his legs. His voice was shaking, “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” He groaned on the verge of tears.
Again, he took short shallow breaths. He needed to catch his breath quickly. He tried to slow his breathing down to take deep breaths. He breathed in, filling up his lungs, before he tried to push again. He grunted and strained himself while trying to push. As he reached the end of this attempt he let out a strong wail - echoing through the night.
He could feel the baby’s head trying to push out. Again he tried to breathe deeply, grunting as he pushed and pushed. The head was opening up his ass, finally crowning. Thomas was exhausted, he felt like the tent was spinning. The night was fading.
Again, he needed to push again. His attempt was weak. But still, he tried desperately. Thomas felt the baby creeping out slowly. Finally, he felt a sense of relief as the head popped out. A gasp of relief, but it wasn't over yet. He had to continue, the shoulders were next. Struggling to push he could feel them pressing against his opening. The more he pushed the more he could feel them nearly breaking free.
Thomas kept at it. He was almost there. Keep going. He tried to plead to himself internally. He felt a shoulder then another dislodge themselves. Grunting and wailing in the early hours as the sun rose. He wondered if he was close, how long this baby was, but as he strained himself, going red in the face trying to push out his baby he felt it. Thomas finally felt the baby finish sliding out of him.
Silence filled the tent. “Aren't they supposed to cry'' he wondered
He felt a little foot move. Then a wiggle, his heart once still fluttered. His baby finally started to cry. Carefully he let one leg down and then the other. Thomas kept his legs nice and wide so he wouldn't squish his newborn. It was a struggle but he managed to pull himself up there he was a newborn baby boy. The newborn writhed in the bile of his own birth. Without thinking Thomas quickly reached for a new shirt and started weakly wiping away the bile from his baby. “It's okay. It's okay Daddy's here,” he said softly
Carefully he scooped up the baby remembering his parenting classes and being very careful with his head. He held this son close. Thomas was nearly in tears.
During the ordeal of his birth, a couple out for a sunrise walk heard his scream. They ventured into the thick of the woods away from the trail he drove in on and coming by his camp. Thomas didn't hear them approaching through the brush.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” A man said softly
“No herald you have to say it louder,” she said smacking his arm
“It's probably nothing, you know how it is. You come out to the woods, you get to be rougher than you would at home.” He said to her
“That's disgusting. What if someone is hurt?”
“In their own came, come on Julia, be realistic here,” Harold said to her as Julia approached the camp
“Hello?” she called out
Julia could faintly hear the sound of the baby through the rustling. Finally, catching Thomas’ attention. “Hello?”
“Hello!? Are you hurt!?” she called out From the tent
“Can you call the ranger station? I need to go to the hospital,” Thomas said
“Yes! Yes of course! Harold!” Julia shouted
“Wait! My walkie is here.”
Julia came back over and she found the door unzipped. She was ready To see a man hurt in some way. Instead, she saw a half-naked Thomas sitting upright cradling a baby swaddled in his tee shirt. “Oh my god!” Julia remarked
A ranger hurried over, it wasn’t long before a paramedic arrived. As he was being swept up and driven to the hospital, there was one question on everyone's mind “Why go camping when you're having a baby?”
Thomas’ reply to this each time was “he wasn't supposed to be here yet. I was supposed to be induced in a few days. When I came back.”
Being wheeled into the nearest hospital Thomas was separated from his newborn. He was drifting in and out during the moments of silence. He was woken up by nurses and doctors coming in to check on him. “Are you okay?”
“Just tired,” he’d reply
They would talk to him but he wouldn’t pay much mind. His eyelids were heavy. Thomas wasn’t able to keep his eyes open for long. When he next shot up, his baby boy was being brought in. He thought it had been hours. In reality, it had not yet been a half hour. They had done a better job cleaning him off. Getting him a onesie, and a little blue cap. “Is he?” Thomas asked weakly
“He’s just sleeping. The doctor didn’t see any issues. Or complications. You gave birth to a healthy baby boy,”
Thomas sighed in relief and closed his eyes again. “Good,” he mumbled
Thomas finally got to sleep.
When he had finally had enough rest Thomas spoke with his doctor.
“Well you’re lucky there are no serious injuries,” his doctor said
The doctor continued to talk to Thomas about the various complications that could have arisen. He simply replied “But they didn’t and he arrived just fine,”
This delivery came as a surprise. For Thomas, he believed those early contractions were just general discomfort. “Nothing I couldn’t handle before.”
“Well, consider yourself lucky this time.” his doctor said
“Luck’s got nothing to do with it,” Thomas replied looking at his baby.
Thomas named his son Hunter, born just shy of ten pounds, twenty-one point six inches. The doctor could not find any complications and the boy was healthy. After a couple of days under observation, Thomas could head home. Needing to cut his camping trip short, Thomas called in some favors from his friends to get his gear and his truck back. It was tough getting used to Hunter’s erratic schedule and it took him a lot longer to get into the groove of things with him. Before long he was going back to work, Hunter close by in a baby seat stroller or sleeping in a carrier backpack next to him. Things were getting back to a sense of normality. Thomas was finally getting the hang of being a single parent. On one Sunday afternoon while Hunter was down for his nap a friend of Thomas’ came by asking if he would ever go camping again.
“Yeah, when he’s old enough,”
“Oh that’s good,” his friend replied
“And that’s not even the best part,” Thomas said
“And what is that?” His friend asked
“I’m not pregnant this time,” Thomas replied
He and his friend started to chuckle a little. Thomas was true to his work. It wasn’t until Hunter was already two years old that Thomas took him camping. They didn’t go out to the woods but instead set up the tent in their backyard. The two had sat under the stars by the fire pit. Thomas rocking a fussy Hunter. Hunter didn’t want to sleep but his eyes were so heavy the little one struggled to keep open. Thomas stayed up long enough to witness the fire die out. Thomas carried his son to bed. “Maybe in a few more years I’ll try again,” he mumbled to himself as he carried his sleeping son into the house and settled him into his bed.
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if i lay here (would you lie with me and just forget the world?)
wolf!kageyama tobio x doe!reader Summary: Predators mated with predators. Prey mated with pray. Your parents were an exception to the rule. There's absolutely no way Kageyama Tobio would be interested in his prey childhood best friend. Tags: Childhood friends; friends to lovers; mutual pining; predator!Kageyama; Prey!reader; Timeskip; Insecurity; Prejudice (Implied predators being considered superior then preys); low self-esteem to reader; A/N: I hope Kageyama is not too occ. I'm not an english speaker, so If there's anything wrong, feel free to tell me. Last time I wrote something was, i don't know, 9 years ago?
When you were little, the world used to be simple for you. Surrounded by family and friends who were alike, there was no fear or uncertainty. It all came crashing down when your father told you that you all had to move to Miyagi because of his work.
It was easy for him; your father was a fox after all. Even though he wasn't as big as other predators, he was still a predator all the same. You took after your mother's family: a doe.
You didn't remember ever being afraid of your father, but your mother had told you that, when you were very little, you used to get scared when he spoke louder than usual or when he appeared without making a sound. But apparently, you loved him and ran to him when you felt threatened, which was unnatural for your species: he was a predator and you were a prey. However, he was your father, and his affection for you made you trust him and erased the fear from your body.
Your mother sometimes told stories of how your father moved to Yamagata at a young age and how him and his family shook the structures of the city. They lived in a place inhabited by prey of all kinds, and his father's family were the first predators to move there. Your mother always laughed when she said that she felt sorry for your dad, who was isolated at school and sad that people always shied away from him when he approached them. Until she felt sorry for him, swallowed her fear, and became friends with the fox that would later become her life partner.
When you were 10, you had to experience a fear similar to the one your father experienced at the time, but different all the same. You had to move to Miyagi, your father's hometown, where predator and prey lived together in a way you couldn't understand.
You were a prey who never had contact with predators other than your dad. Predators with intimidating auras and smells who could easily hurt you.
Grandpa Kazuyo was an angel in the form of a predator in your new life in Miyagi.
He was kind and affectionate, a friend of your father's late parents. He had a lot of patience trying to charm you and prove that he wouldn't hurt you. You soon discovered he was a wolf. Grandpa spoke softly and smiled a lot. He also introduced you to volleyball, but you soon discovered that, as much as you found it interesting, you didn't like the idea of mixing with other people - usually predators - to play a competitive sport. But you enjoyed watching him and the women's team he coached play.
Just when you'd gotten used to him for good, Grandpa brought Kageyama Tobio into your life.
Kageyama Tobio was taller than you and more athletic. He had dark hair and extremely piercing eyes. He was also a wolf and his eyebrows made a strange movement when they landed on you.
Honestly, he scared the shit out of you. Your instincts made you freeze and your mind began to think of various ways you could escape. He also seemed to react to you, his head turned slightly sideways and his smell got a little stronger. He was going to attack if you ran.
"Well, well, let's calm down, shall we?" granpa said with a playful voice.
Kageyama Tobio reacted immediately to his grandfather's voice. His posture became relaxed. His smell also began to become less strong. However, your instincts remained alert and your eyes darted between staring at the older wolf and the younger one.
Grandpa made a slight movement, putting his hand on the boy's head and lightly ruffling his dark hair. "She didn't want to fight you, she's just not used to predators and you scared her, little Tobio."
The boy turned back to face you, "I wasn't going to hurt you."
You stared back at him, trying to calm your heart and relax your muscles. He was Kazuyo's grandson, he won't hurt you. Kazuyo wouldn't let him do it.
"You have big eyes," the little wolf said. "Grandpa says you like volleyball. Do you want to play?"
You didn't say your eyes were the way they were because you were a doe. He didn't say he acted that way because he was a wolf. You just shook your head and took a hesitant step towards him. Kazuyo gave an encouraging smile.
Thus began a strange friendship between Kageyama Tobio, a wolf, and you, a doe.
★
“They’re doing it again,” the 15 years old you said while tossing the ball to Tobio. You were both just throwing the ball to each other while waiting for your parents to finish the conversation with your teacher.
“I don’t understand it,” Tobio’s sounded grumpy. “What difference does it make that I’m a wolf and you are a doe?”
Unfortunately, you knew why they were doing it. Tobio was known to be a promising setter, a future strong predator and the school felt like his friendship with you might get in the way. That’s the world you both lived in. It was acceptable to the both of you to live together and in harmony, but it’s not expected to prey and predator to bond beyond acknowledge each other respectfully.
“Maybe it was the recent protests? Some people have been protesting on school gates about allowing prey and predators in the same classroom. It was also reported in the newspaper that the number of mixed couples had increased. They might think it’s because of it.”
“That’s stupid. No one cares about that,” Tobio made a small growling sound in protest.
“The world was made for your kind and they don’t want it to change,” you weren’t particularly sad about it. You’ve always known. That’s the reason why most prey stay in prey only communities. “Don’t worry about it. They are just scared I might get in the way of your bright future.”
Kageyama Tobio grabbed the ball with both his hands and stared at you. It was one of those stares you didn’t understand. Piercing, but not aggressive or judgmental. You felt apprehensive, but curious at the same time on what was on his mind when he looked at you in that way.
“You’d never get in my way.”
You hoped he was right.
★
"Most of the people on the Japanese team are people I played against in high school," Tobio said while looking at you.
You made a humming sound as you stared back at him. Things have changed a little since you’ve became adults. Every weekend, when there was time, Tobio and you did your routine: go to each other's houses to watch a game and have dinner together. He always brought the food, served you and always sat extremely close to you, which you always found strange, but eventually got used to.
Kageyama Tobio was no longer that little wolf, he was now much taller than before - even though he had always been bigger than you - and much more muscular and athletic. When he wasn't training, he was in the gym keeping himself in shape like a good professional player.
He still had that awkward personality, which you discovered was just a genuine difficulty in communicating (and he didn't care that much about that either) and his strangely penetrating gazes. But today you were no longer frightened by them. Tobio never looked at you with hostility and always tried to keep his tone of voice light when talking to you. He also became good at sensing your discomfort and providing cover if you felt overwhelmed in any environment. You kind of understood your mother when she said she swallowed her fear to become friends with your father.
You also kind of understood when she fell in love with him.
“At least they're people you know, for better or worse,” you replied as you ate your soba. “And Hinata will also be there. Aren’t you happy for the old days?”
“Miya Atsumu will be there too.”
You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder playfully. "I find it really funny how he can piss you off sometimes."
His reaction was to rest his head on yours, like a caress, and go back to eating as if nothing had happened. On the other hand, you should have gotten used to this type of thing by now. Tobio, when you two became really close, had no problem touching you. He would bump his arm on yours, almost like a light brush, he would guide you through very crowded places with a hand on your shoulder, almost like a hug, and at times like that he would rest his head on yours. Funny how he didn't seem to like touching anyone else but you more than the necessary.
These kinds of things still made your face heat up and your heart do funny things. But apparently, to him, it was normal. Tobio did all these things with a neutral expression. As if it was completely natural.
“Are you going to watch it on TV?"
You hated to admit how touched you were when he asked if you were going to watch on TV and didn't demand your presence in person at any game. The first and last time you went personally was in the Adlers vs MSBY and you had to be pulled out by your friends before the game was even halfway through. Even though you had been dealing with predators for so long, walking into a stadium full of them screaming and cheering was making your senses go crazy and you panicked. You remember almost crying while apologizing for not being able to watch. For leaving.
His hug was tight, his hand pressed your head on his chest while he called you an idiot for thinking he would care about it.
“Yup, yup. As if you would miss the great Kageyama Tobio representing Japan in the Olympics. I wouldn't miss it for the world.”
He gave you a small and almost imperceptible smile in the Kageyama style.
★
“That wolf boy really got well in life,” your father spoke while watching the game. “I'm going to have a rich and famous son-in-law, how strange.”
Your eyes widened, “what?”
Your mother elbowed him as she smiled at you. "What your father meant was that you two would make a good match, even if it’s unusual. I mean, I did marry a fox myself."
With your mouth open you could only stare at them. In the background you could hear the announcer narrating the game and your parents seemed to hesitate at your reaction. Before you could think of a response, your father sighed and leaned forward so he could look into your eyes.
“It goes without saying that no father particularly likes to hand over his daughter to just anyone,” his voice was serious. “But that young man follows you and looks at you like a wolf cub hoping you’ll give him attention.”
Hearing this kind of thing was disconcerting. It almost gave a little hope that a predator like Kageyama Tobio would want to bond with a doe. Predators like him belonged with other predators. Extremely handsome, strong, and completely capable of landing a mate on his level. Maybe a model or another volleyball player, not a doe who couldn't handle a crowd without her instincts overtaking her. Maybe a wolf like him, or even a cheetah if he improved his communication skills.
"I- that doesn't make any sense. We've been friends since we were little, Tobio just takes care of me because he knows I'm a prey that hasn't fully gotten used to-”
“Sweetheart,” your mother's gentle voice cut you off. “Do you know what the wolves' courtship rituals are? If you don't know, you should look it up.”
The game kept going on. However, you couldn't concentrate on it, your eyes were unfocused towards the screen while your mind was racing. You had looked up wolf courtship methods a few years ago out of pure curiosity. You wanted to know if it was so different from yours - and it was, does were courted and responded to scents basically. Wolves also responded by scent, but they also got close to the suitor, touched each other and rubbed their faces against each other just like... like Tobio did with you.
And on television, you heard a shout: "It's a no-touch ace by Japanese player, Kageyama Tobio!"
★
“You are avoiding me.”
“I am not.”
Kageyama furrowed his eyebrows and adjusted his posture, looking down at you and crossing his arms as he stood at the door of your apartment. You felt smaller than ever.
Yes, you were kind of avoiding him. Yes, you might have not responded to his last text and yes, you might have canceled the last get together of yours in his apartment.
“Let me in,” and you did.
In your defense, you needed to think. Having feelings for your best friend was something you already knew you had. Tobio was awkwardly sweet, always smelled great (you never had to smell him after a game, though), was criminally handsome, his voice was really hot to hear (even better when he’s sleepy) also, he always was somewhat tender to you. Tender like always getting your favorite food, always protecting you in public spaces, always using his smell and warmth to give you a sense of relief when dealing with strangers.
He never used a lot of words, but he never had to with you.
“What’s going on?” he asked when you closed the door.
Your body was tense as you moved to the couch. You needed to sit down to have this conversation, your brain felt like it was going to hyperventilate and the last thing you needed was to faint in front of him.
“First, I’m sorry. Some things happened and I got a little overwhelmed. I’ve heard someth-”
“Someone said something to you? What? Who?” His voice was lower than normal and there was some kind of animalistic sound in it.
“No one threatened me,” you raised your hands and looked him in the eyes to try to appease his protective instinct. “It’s just… you really don’t need to worry.”
But apparently, he was having none of that. He knelt in front of you and brought his face closer to yours. You always thought Tobio's eyes were beautiful. The color became more intense the more serious and focused he was. Looking at him, so close, brought a slight tug in your heart that you weren't expecting. You brought your hands towards his face, holding it affectionately. His expression became confused.
“I worry about you,” was the only thing he said as your thumbs caressed his cheeks.
You wanted to kiss him. You wanted him to kiss you. You wanted something you couldn't have. Something that you shouldn't have. Someone was more deserving of that male than you. A female or male who’s also a predator. Someone who could go to his games without any problems, someone who could face others without feeling their throat tighten.
“Tobio,” your voice was like a whisper. “Why haven’t you bonded with someone yet?”
His gaze changed. Back was that piercing blue eyes staring deep inside your soul.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I want you to accept me.”
Tobio’s hand went to your knees and his ears were deeply red. His voice failed him when he answered and you could feel his embarrassment to say this out loud. Your eyes widened and you didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t just anyone. He was Kageyama Tobio. Your childhood best friend, Olympic and professional volleyball player. And he was a wolf.
“I’m a prey,” your voice trembled. “I’m just a doe.”
“Prey or not prey, I only thought of you as my mate.”
You let out a breathless laugh. That’s so him, so Tobio. He’s simple like that. He kept staring at you and now his eyes alternated between your eyes and mouth. His ears were still red while he was waiting for your answer. You spread your knees a little allowing his large body to fit between it. He leaned towards you as you lightly pulled his face to yours.
Kissing Tobio was as awkward as him. He tensed a little, then relaxed. His scent became stronger, reacting to you and his hands moved to your thighs. Your hands found his neck while you tilted your head to kiss him better. You could feel your body warming up to him, for him. When one kiss ended, another began with more desire. His tongue sought yours, you lightly sucked his lower lip.
You decided you loved kissing Kageyama Tobio.
When you separated, his head fit into your neck, rubbing his nose and kissing your skin tenderly. His hands moved from your thighs to your waist and he got closer to you, still on the floor. His wolf instincts telling him to touch you, to get closer to you, to mark his partner with his scent.
“Are you my mate now?,” he asked.
“If you want me to be,” you answered.
When he kissed you again, you wished he would leave his scent all over your body.
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Soul Love
pairing: Luke Castellan x daughter of Loki! reader
summary: No matter what she turned into, blood was always thicker than water. Luke, however, saw her for more than she did.
a/n: hello! this is part one. i thought there weren't enough loki kid! readers, so i started this. comments and reblogs are appreciated. have a nice day :)
warnings: implied ED, daddy issues, angst, etc.
Camp wasn’t made for her. She knew this, others showed it. A daughter of Loki did not belong at a camp for greek demigods. Despite how inviting “Camp Half-blood” maybe seem by name, it was exclusive to Greeks. Unless you want to end up in the Hermes cabin, and Y/N knew that she’d rather her brothers tear her limb by limb than ever stay there again.Well, there is one way she’d stay. Luke Castellan. Not only was he a son of Hermes, but he was the best swordsman in 300 years.
And yet he looked at her with nothing but love, as if Aphrodite shot an arrow at him herself. He made continuous efforts to include her. When she sat alone outside of the Dining Pavilion, it took the boy mear seconds to accompany her – despite the chants at his home table.
“Hey, how’s dinner going?”
“It’s going…” She played with her food, fearing it a little yet still trying to take bites. She sighed so deep it became its own form. Nothing but gloom and gray sat behind those eyes. Isolation seemed to be her only friend aside from Luke. He was so much more than her; he was a hero and she’s doomed by the narrative. Forced to know not even nuclear warfare could end this world before her father. Yet he understood what he did not know.
“Your hair is turning to snakes. Wanna try again?”
Damn it. “No.”
He poked her continuously. Setting his plate down, he waited – like a predator to its prey – until she finished eating. He knew better than to make her meals more miserable than she already felt, so he sat there waiting for the other plate to empty. Grace wasn’t the sole word he could use for her. Even in a state of distress, she looked as if the love-gods handcrafted her and brought her to life. Unfortunately, the doom of her destiny haunted her mirror. Despite her father and her being shapeshifters, there was always a piece of him in every shape she became.
The pavillion was as loud as the wind, yet Luke and her were as quiet as the moon. Should she say everything she wants or just leave it be? Her father was never one to tell the truth, especially when he said “i love you.” Saying those words with his blood flowing through her veins felt like a crime. A punishful lie. The cries of cousins burning her at the stake. At some points she’d feel ashamed for her pride. Why should she be proud to be his daughter? He has done nothing but try to end the world. He wished nothing but awful things to his children – she is not the exception.
Despite her father being a horrible being, she was his favorite child. She represented everything he was: chaos incarnate. She didn’t pick sides; even if her best friend went to war, she’d stand in between, only adding fuel to the fire. Her dad wasn’t evil, yet he wasn’t good either. He passed his neutrality onto his daughter, then tortured her for it, only to then aid her. Her. Not her siblings, just her. Loneliness and regret filled her for this, but Samirah and Alex never blamed her.
Yet seeing the pure loathing some campers held for their siblings made her uneasy. They hated their parents, yet it was obvious they are their children. They hold the same opinions, never critique their actions, always knowing one story – the Hero’s story.
She was pulled out of her thoughts when Luke held her hand as he looked into her eyes. Those eyes. Oh, those eyes… the things they do to her and her soul. Those brown eyes held layers of her regrets and so little judgement. He knew every detail of her mind, even what she did not want him to know. War, Valhalla, Loki, Camp, all of it. He knows all of it. Still, love courses through his eyes. She thinks she’s delusional.
While Luke may accept her, he still doesn’t know every single thing. He knew all, except her part in Ragnarok. Odin didn’t owe her anything, neither did she owe him; she also wasn’t on her father’s side, she knew better than Calypso. Instead, she will stand back and get rid of either side. Destiny wasn’t her favorite thing, it was her greatest detest. No way to undo it, no way to fast-forward it.
Luke wouldn’t leave her be, his eyes showed that he’d follow wherever she’d go. He’d meet her where the spirit meets the bone. “Have i ever told you how well the moon suits you?” Goosebumps raised her skin like a cat. He knew what she thought, yet he knew better than to discuss it out here. He knew all her thoughts, as if he knew her soul once upon a dream.
Before either utter a word, Luke smiled, genuinely. it was the kind of beam nothing could rival. “I apologise if i haven’t, you truly are lovely under the light.” he bit his tongue, aching to comfort her and defend her. It was too early, too much. She was impaled by her the venom in her veins, a feeling he knew all too well. The boy couldn’t complain, though. Although he held distaste for his father, he had learned to forgive and make amends.
He trusted his father when he said "i love you." She never had the option to believe her's. War was all that he’d given her, but war was not love; his father didn't start one, her's claimed it was his love. Even Ares and Athena knew it in their cold, golden blood. A moment of quiet passed through the sand. “I’m sorry that-”
“Do you ever think of Death?” she perked her head towards him, staring deeply into his eyes. Constellations and worlds resided in them. Whatever girl he has is lucky to have him, she thought. Silent prayers hung at her lips like the Gardens of Babylon.
The question was raw. Was he going to really answer it? Should he finish this question?
“I mean, Love and Death are a lot closer than one might think.” He stared at her, willing to listen to her every word even if she was describing a plan to murder him limb from limb. “Not everyone loves death, yet death craves love. To be forgotten – to be completely unloved is to die forevermore. Love adores death, loss gives value to what we hold dear. Orpheus already held dangerous levels of love for Euridice, her death increased his awareness. When she died again, she felt so much love for him, knowing she’d never be forgotten. She lived eons because death and love are adaptive. They feed off of each other. Death is never truly the end, the end is being forgotten. Forever lost in the sands. Never to be loved again.”
Behind her eyes, Luke saw her thoughts. He felt them like bullets on his skin, one so deep you couldn’t mistake it. She looked at the stars not knowing she was one.
Death was valuable to her for other reasons, but she ran from it. Ran from her own hair. Why? He wondered. Valhalla loved her, yet his bones knew that they wouldn’t once a grave had her name engraved. Gods were Luke’s enemy for a while. Still, the boy holds resentment over them. Heavy resentment. Y/n, though? Her father wanted her dead. At least Greek Half-bloods get to have a count down, Norse ones just die. No monsters, just their parents and humans. Monsters are her family; howling behind the barrier are her brothers, willing to take her life.
Perhaps he took for granted his dad sometimes. Even though Hermes started to get involved now, he assured Luke that he would’ve been a father to him sooner had he could. Not once did Hermes go after him or bullied him, only to praise him and aid him in the depths of his mental illness. Hermes may not be the best, but he was certainly not the worse. Luke could never imagine what the Norse gods are like: the children of Thor didn’t pray to him, Odin was barely present — they didn’t even build a camp to ignore their kid, they just let them die.
Chaos followed every demi-god, special the Norse ones, mainly the children of Loki. He was neither good nor evil. Y/n prefaced this during all their talks. To him, Loki was pure evil; but to the most gorgeous creature on earth, he was her father.
Trickery was infused into her soul, unable to leave even if she bore red liquid like a fountain in Greece. Death was her escape, her only vice — yet now her views have change since the moment they met. Life is her, she is life; she adorns his world in her heart. But somehow he still felt so… Powerless. He was utterly powerless when it came to her heritage. She’d accepted it so quickly. Completely unfazed that she had this burden.
Meanwhile, he still had trouble facing his dad. Sure, all has been resolved and war has been evaded, but that’s only for the Greek demigods. His family is, for the most part, alive. But her? Her mom and dad are no where near, her father is out to either kill her or train her, and she’s already suffered the loss of a sister – a loss she dares not repeat.
“That was too much, wasn’t it? It’s not virtuous to praise death. But in this world, what else is there?
“Maybe you’re right. Or, maybe, we can talk about shows, or the gods, or even us.”
“Us?”
Luke swallowed his spit, trying hard not to sweat. Nodding, he looked at the sky. “Us.” He smiled warmly, making the air smells like honey and roses, “my favorite song is Soul Love by Bowie.” He didn’t have to turn around to see her face, the warmth of her excitement felt like enough. She was already more than enough.
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Birthday Gift Ghoul!Eren x Reader
TW - slight gore, mentions of scars, self-isolation, biting, blood, mentions of bones breaking, the author might've gotten some things wrong about tokyo ghoul and he is sorry. Authors note will be added at the end.
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Your life completely fell apart because of a date. You lied in a hospital bed on the verge of dying because of a date. You were supposed to die at least, it was expected of you from everyone including your own family. But there you were, alive–your brain showed signs of activity despite the comatose state you were in and your wounds healed near perfectly despite the unflattering scar that covered your throat. You beat the odds within a week after the accident, but at what cost?
Simple, you lost every right to call yourself human. You appeared human but the naked eye could easily tell you were anything but that if they truly observed you, from your sickly appearance to your strange habits you have developed shortly after the freakish accident; such as the way you go to the bathroom between every few bites of food without explaining why and the sudden aversion you had towards anything that involved sitting and eating with others.
‘Ghoul’ was the name society has given to people in your predicament. They were the uncanny creatures of the night, they survived off human flesh and blood; they were the biggest threat to society. Man's true predator. You became the predator, and you hated him for putting you at the top of the food chain.
He was your boyfriend, Eren Jaeger; he was a young man you had a project with in your first year of university and by the second semester you were dating. Two years have passed since that project and you’ve loved each other unconditionally the entire time, he knew you like the back of his own hand and as did you, up until the accident.
It was your birthday that day and Eren said he made reservations for a restaurant you had wanted to try before it even opened. You were ecstatic about this for a plethora of reasons but the most important reason was you were having dinner with Eren, for the two years you have been dating you could only recall having two dinners… maybe three together. He always avoided the possibility of having dinner with you, he never explained why and you eventually gave up on asking him and decided that he must’ve had a medical condition that he didn’t feel too keen on sharing with you; you respected that even though you spent some days yearning for those 3AM trips to the convenience store for snacks with Eren, something that you never got to experience with him. The past was officially behind you now however when there’s finally a plan to have dinner with him, it was a perfect birthday gift for you.
The evening you shared at the restaurant was nice, there wasn’t a dress code meaning you were able to dress comfortably but still look your best for pictures you wanted to take with him to showcase this once-in-a-lifetime ordeal with your boyfriend. He ate very little and excused himself once or twice, this was a habit of his when you did have dinner together. It never bothered you though.
Dinner concludes for the night, you and Eren took more than enough pictures for memories of such a special day, and you both had a good time overall. You were more than thankful for the night Eren provided.
The two of you walked hand and hand down the streets of the city, it was 10 PM by this point and you both walked in silence. This was a moment of peace for you, if you could relive any moment it would have been this one.
“Let’s take a detour, wanna show you somethin’.” Eren broke the silence all while walking down a completely different path, pulling you from the direction of your apartment where your friends and family were waiting to sing happy birthday and cut you the first slice of your favorite cake.
You didn’t think twice about his decision to go to a different location, he was spontaneous at times and you loved that. There was an element of surprise to these sudden detours he had taken with you, perhaps he had a gift for you all things considered? The idea of a present after dinner excited you.
You two ended up at a bridge not too far, the water underneath sparkled beautifully before you, and the moon was as full as can be. It was a beautiful sight to share with your favorite person who stood closely by your side the entire time.
“You love me right?” He snapped you out of your thoughts, he rarely asked for reassurance, it wasn’t like him to do so. It felt strange to hear him ask such a question but you’d never let him second guess for a moment that he went unloved.
You chuckled and pulled him into an embrace, one that he returned happily.
“Of course I do,” you nodded before burying your face into his sweatshirt and inhaling his scent, he smelled slightly like coffee paired with his usual laundry detergent; it was a scent you’ve loved ever since you’ve been able to hold him close and smell it, you were obsessed with how the scent of coffee beans were practically attached to his skin, clothes, and even lingered in his home at times. It provided the familiarity that you loved in your life.
He let out a small hum and nodded all while keeping a secure hold on you, “no matter what?” he questions again.
“No matter what,” you assured him once more, you were growing worried for Eren now. You desperately wanted to know what it was that was making him feel insecure, maybe it was tonight's dinner, it was such a rare occurrence that it was possible that something that happened caused this level of sudden insecurity, “are you okay Eren?”
Eren nods again, tightening his hold on you to where it was growing slightly uncomfortable, “yeah,” he spoke in a whisper.
You let out a squeak when you felt your ribs ache from the pressure of his tight embrace, you tried to pull away and break the hug once and for all but he only held you tighter than before.
“Eren…” you spoke in a certain tone to signal that he was taking it too far right now, “c’mon you’re gonna snap me in half.” you tried to chuckle despite the current restriction you experienced, you knew he didn’t mean it but sometimes it felt like he wasn’t even aware of his strength some days, there were many instances where he hugged you with more strength than you were comfortable with. All it took was a nudge back into the right direction though, this was surely one of those moments where you had to redirect him.
“I know,’ he confirmed, “just relax, yeah?” His tone felt something beyond lighthearted, he was supposed to mirror you–like always–but this time felt different; his tone was flat and there was nothing sweet about his awareness.
You had felt his arms pull you as close as humanly possible against his chest, his heartbeat was faint but it could still be heard considering how uncomfortably close you were to him. You tried to push him away once again but it quickly proved to be futile, it was almost suffocating for you.
“Eren…” your tone was strained since he was slowly but surely squeezing the air out of your lungs.
“Relax.” He repeated, “relax and I’ll explain it all later.” his hand finds its way to the back of your head to smoothen out your hair, an act that was supposed to provide comfort for you but this was beyond comforting.
Before you could say anything else or ask what was wrong with him you felt him squeeze the air out of you one last time, you heard various cracks go down your back, it was relieving for a split second till you felt your chest burn horribly.
You took a sharp breath due to the ache and it burned even more, something wasn’t right. The burn worsened and you heard sounds that weren’t cracks coming from your tense back… they were the sounds of your bones snapping. He was breaking your ribs.
Your trembling hands found their way to press against his chest and you finally got a look at his face once you created an inch of space between you and him, the man that was snapping you in pieces wasn’t the man you’ve loved more than anything else. He was a monster, a ghoul in its truest form. Huge red irises with black scleras met yours. Though his eyes held no hunger in them the way the media describes the looks a ghoul would give a human. You couldn’t see anything in his typically expressive eyes in fact, only he knew his own intentions with you and that was something he was more than happy to keep to himself.
Your mouth opened but no scream alerted anyone who may have been walking by or in the vicinity. Only heavy, shaky breaths found its way to fill the atmosphere between you both. All you could do was meekly slam your hands into his chest to defend yourself, you were growing weaker by the second the more you became aware of your current state and anything else to protect yourself from him was impossible to do.
“I love you.” He stated like a fact before he bared his teeth at you, his teeth appeared normal but it sent a wave a dread through you knowing that might pierce your flesh and provide Eren with his fill for the night. This was your birthday night.
His declaration of love was the last thing you heard before he sunk his teeth deep into your throat, before you blacked out completely you felt his tongue run against the bloodied skin of your neck.
You remember nothing after that point, you plummeted straight into darkness for the next week. Everyone in your life was horrified and the authorities never caught the ‘unknown’ ghoul who almost took your life that night. This was a stressful time for both your loved ones and your newly developing body that forced you to survive your injuries.
It’s officially been a month since the accident, a month since your birthday, and a month since you’ve seen or heard from Eren.
He dropped out of university shortly after and there was no word on when or if he’d return, his closest friends Mikasa and Armin told you nothing and avoided you in fact. It was like you two never dated in their eyes. You felt angry and lost by this point, you had to withdraw from your old life similarly to the way he withdrew from his own. You barely spoke with your loved ones and you hated leaving your house and smelling all the disgustingly delicious scents that lingered amongst your peers distressed you. You had to go as far as to switch to online courses till you knew how to control your appetite in public. You had to quit your job on top of that, luckily your parents were willing to pay for your necessities and rent, you were eternally grateful for their support. Had it not been for them you could’ve been left on the streets or stuck in their house while you were barely adjusting.
This was all until you adjusted to your new lifestyle; that’s how you eased your otherwise restless mind when it became tough. As much as you hated Eren, you could respect him for managing class, work, friends and a long term relationship while he was most likely craving a taste of his peers. It made you wonder how he made having sex possible in the first place, the thought of your mouth near a human made your stomach hurt, your heart race, and your mouth water all at once. It made you wanna know why he would put you through this and then disappear from your life indefinitely. No one knew of your predicament and you didn’t know anything about interacting in ghoul society��if they had one at least. You were growing distressed at this point.
The question of his choices was something that frequently crossed your mind, an array of why’s echoed in your lonely home. Especially when you got hungry, you never ate a person–you refused–you had to settle for raw meat as an alternative, it only kept you satisfied for a small period of time. Your hunger would simply worsen as days went by though, and all you could do is sob in your kitchen asking Eren ‘why?’. You were always met with the hum of your pathetically empty fridge for an answer whilst you held a half eaten chicken breast you bought that day.
You went to do your weekly meat pickup at a local supermarket today, it was the middle of the day on a Tuesday and there weren't too many people to trigger that horrible appetite of yours. It was a great opportunity to shop and everything was going well till an employee cut herself with a boxcutter while trying to open a box that contained the product.
You were in another aisle at the time but the smell of her blood was overwhelmingly strong, it was a mixture of metal and your all-time favorite meal that effortlessly filled your senses. It made you sick to your stomach all while making it rumble loudly in your ears, a signal of hunger you ignore far too often. You could feel your muscles flex and tense while you tried to maintain your composure, you squeezed your knuckle till you felt your nails dig into your skin–anything as a means to stabilize yourself. But like your prior attempts to prevent your ‘accident’ it was all futile, your body was against you and you heard a voice practically commanding you to tear her piece by piece and freeze the leftovers for later. You had to drop everything you were planning to buy and rush out of the store and straight home due to the stress of it all. At least you could be surrounded by your own scent and nothing else that could be tempting to you.
As you entered your home you felt a little bit more at ease but you knew something wasn’t right, you smelled him. The faint scent of him was in the air and you felt your blood boil the more you smelled it.
“Where are you, bastard?” you called out into the dark apartment, you didn’t want him to feel welcomed in your space after he ruined you and left you to figure out your new life on your own.
You were met with no response, you figured he left till you entered your room and he was at your desk, as if this was a study date you both planned. Anger and relief hit you all at once but you wanted to hit him harder.
“Get out.” you commanded and pointed to the doorway.
He turned around, his eyes were green just like before. It felt like a cruel joke to see him appear human again when you both knew he would never be one. Neither will you and you both knew that too.
“Let me explain myself and I’ll help you.”
A/N- hiii cherub here with something that isn’t just a random post… haha… i hope you guys like this bc i rlly rlly wanted to write something for my boy again </33 i love him smmmmmm!!!! also i have not finished tokyo ghoul (i buy the physical manga to read bc i don’t like reading on my phone and the anime isn’t even worth it) so im super sorry if i was a bitttt inaccurate 。゚(゚´ω`゚)゚。
but i hope you made it this far and enjoyed, i want to try to write on here again but it will def take time considering my lack of creativity, i had to listen to the same song on loop for an hour and watch the same tokyo ghoul edit for two days to rlly get in the mood to write this… i love ghouls, cannibals, and eren so this was tons of fun to write! see ya next time!! <3 - Cherub
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Smoke Relationship Headcanons
Character: Smoke | Tomas Vrbada.
Warnings: NSFW, fem!reader, dom!Tomas, toxic relationship, jealousy; mental and physical abuse; unprotected sex, thoughts of baby trapping, oral sex; the action takes place before Bi-Han's betrayal, 18+.
• Tomas, who is searching for a civilian woman on purpose. He knows how to make a good impression, and he is well aware of his soft, lovely appearance. Once he has his eyes on you, he will act his best only to lure you into his trap.
• Tomas knows whom to target. He doesn't want a strong woman. He wants a shy, soft girl, a damsel in distress, so he can be her hero; but don't be fooled by such a valiant motive: the more he saves you, the more you owe him, and he won't hesitate to charge you for everything he has ever done to you.
• He lies about his background shamelessly. For you, he is a good guy, Tomas, who works as a policeman in a neighborhood district department. What about his family? His mother and sister tragically perished, and he was adopted by family friends. Tomas is a nice guy, and so are his brothers. He never tells you the names, dates, and places – and you can't even notice it because Tomas just doesn't shut up. He tells you so many things that you constantly lose the plot. However, from you, he expects to hear the whole story with all the following facts.
• Tomas is very caring with you. He assures you that you can trust him all your worries and your mind. His words are sweet, and his hands are gentle when he touches you. Tomas helps you with everything – you don't even have to ask. He is perfect, but he does it only to learn your weaknesses. Got too emotional and told him about your mental struggles? Tomas will make a note on how to put you into stress. Shared your fears with him? He is already planning on how to use it against you to make you vulnerable.
• He always belittles himself in front of you to hear you praising him. You put your whole pure soul into the kindest words he has ever heard in his life. Sometimes, he thinks that even his mother loved him less than you do. You are a marvelous persona, and he does everything in his might to become like you. Staying in your presence feels like basking in the Sun, and Tomas wants to become a better person for you. Did you really believe it? Well, it's better for him. Tomas does it on purpose – he gives you a false feeling of being a savior, an angel in a relationship to make your bond feel special.
• Does Tomas love you? Of course, he does, but the way he shows it is a little... different. He was raised by people who massacred his family. Since childhood, he had to kill to survive. He is a disgusting, sick creature, a predator who lives by animal impulses. Tomas doesn't know love in its normal way. He is afraid to lose you due to this reason, so he is hunting you in a different way: he wants to bind you to himself, make you addicted to him. Tomas will succeed, he believes.
• Tomas is jealous of you. He hates every man for looking at you, he hates you for being so kind with everyone around you, and he hates himself for allowing you to walk everywhere you want. It would be better for him if you were isolated from society. Tomas starts to scare you with police statistics on assaults on young women; he asks you to be extra careful when you leave your home, recommends you to give him access to your location, controls your outfits and makeup. You can shine with your beauty only when he is around, and while he isn't with you, you are allowed to wear something neutral so as not to draw attention to yourself. If you want to party with your friends, he has to know all their phone numbers and be in constant contact with you: if you aren't answering his messages for more than an hour, he will call you until you pick up. Tomas is aware that it scares you to see so many missed calls, and he does it to force a guilt on you. You have to excuse yourself and leave for half an hour in the best case to call him back, mentally prepared to hear his annoyed voice.
"...was found in an alleyway with her throat slashed."
"...her eyes were gouged."
"...drugged her drink and then raped her unconscious body."
Begging him to stop won't give you any results. Tomas wants you to remember once and for all: without him, you can easily become a heroine of tragic news reports. He will continue to intimidate you until you become too scared to exist in society.
• In relationship fights, he uses dirty tricks. Tomas gives you silent treatment to provide you an opportunity to think about your actions and goes on missions, keeping his phone turned off. It drives you crazy – every time you are afraid that he will be injured, and you will be the last to know about it. You would prefer him to scream at you than look you over and keep silent.
• Sometimes, when you two are not fighting, but starting to argue, he grabs your hands or claws his fingers in your shoulder dangerously close to your neck. Tomas is a strong man with an impressive physique – and some of his touches leave bruises on your skin. You ask him to be more careful with you, yet it goes unheard by him. His way to say sorry in this situation is to kiss each bruise after it gets its beautiful cornflower-blue color with purple streaks. The tenderness in his lips when he is doing that makes you think that Tomas likes to hurt you.
• Still, Tomas is a good husband material! He provides you, always makes sure your fridge is full of the best food. With Tomas, you don't have to worry about money. He will easily pay for your education and your cravings.
Tomas is traditional and believes that you should be a stay-at-home mother for your future children. To be honest, in Lin Kuei, you will have nothing else to do but to watch after kids. Sometimes, he dreams of leaving the clan and living with you like his parents did. One day, when it will be safe for him and you will have nowhere to run, he is going to tell you the whole truth about himself.
• Talking about children, Tomas loves the idea to be a family man. His foster parents made sure to raise all of the sons this way. It is also a good way to chain you to him. Constantly pregnant, you will have no other way but to stay with him.
• Tomas just feels the urge to breed you. Like an animal in rut, he won't cum anywhere, but inside you. Want it or not, he will force his seed in your womb. Tomas is the type to sabotage your birth control if you take any and impale condoms. He will find the words to assure you to have unprotected sex – he knows you so well he can convince you in everything.
• Tomas lives to grope you. He adores the way his big palms squeeze your buttcheecks, this delicious fat taking the form of his hands. He will grab you by your thighs when you sit next to him, making his way in between your legs by pressing on your skin roughly, impelling you to spread them.
• Thigh-sex from behind is a must for him: just one thought of his dick nestling in between your sweet inner thigs, right under your dripping pussy, gives him a boner. Your slick makes it easy to move, and Tomas shamelessly uses it for his pleasure. For you, it is nothing more, but a sweet torture, as you feel his throbbing length rubbing under your awaiting hole. You beg him and whine for him, but Tomas just grabs you by your hands, making you arch your back, and goes faster, bringing his climax closer.
• He won't go further without oral. Expect him to eat you out until you go stupid. Tomas is an expert in what he is doing: toying with your clit by sucking, munching and licking on it, he is then sliding his tongue down to your hole. Stuffing you with his saliva and tongue, he changes it on his thick fingers when it's time to go back to your trembling clitoris. He will slide up and down, his tongue flat to cover all the parts of your pussy.
Tomas expects you to give him head back after he finishes with you. The clouded gaze with heavy eyelids you give him when your plump pink lips close on the tip of his dick makes it more erotic. He is training you to take all of him in your mouth in one go, yet it brings Tomas more pleasure when you're starting at the tip and slowly making it down to the base, letting his length into your hot tight throat. You are sucking him, trailing every vein with your tongue. Saliva is streaming down from the corners of your mouth to your chin, making bubbles – Tomas is watching you with attentive eyes, memorizing every detail. Tomas is the type to grab you by your hair and start fucking your mouth roughly, enjoying you choking on his cock.
• No matter the position, Tomas is always in control of you. His hands never leave your body, helping you to adapt to his pace instead. Yet Tomas' favorites are doggy and missionary. For him, deeper penetration means better chances to make you pregnant. Taking you from behind allows him to go rougher on your poor cunt, that certainly will be swollen by the end of the intercourse. Pulling you on his cock, Tomas shivers at the feeling of your wet walls spasming around his length. His head is spinning when he sees his seed leaking out your red and messy pussy. Tomas pushes it back with his fingers, watching you squirm under him, as he is stuffing your already sensitive insides. For sure, he will go on you for another round, fucking his cum at the deepest parts of your womb.
• Every time you fall asleep by his side, Tomas is thinking about introducing you to his reality. It will be a long, painful process of your complete disappearance from previous life. Saying goodbye to old friends and family is never an easy task, but you will do it for Tomas – he will gladly help you with it.
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Yandere Vampire X f! reader pt. 1
The Woods PT. 2
Tw: noncon, dubcon,manipulation, mind control, isolation, sexual attraction to blood, blood.
A/N: This chapter is a slow burn kind. Mainly because the second chapter is just going to be smut due to certain circumstances which are revealed at the end of the story.
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Your quiet gothic-themed village was never afraid of many things. Not even the bubonic plague scared the villagers. But, something that did scare them was the woods. They called it The Forest of Blood or El Bosque de Sangre. A long time ago, during the medieval ages, a family of wealthy nobles from Transylvania moved to your village. With their luggage were a human-sized coffin and a blanket with engravings of DC on them. They stayed in their castle surrounded by woods until the villager's livestock began to die. Cows and pigs as pale as ghosts with markings on their necks. The only clue was a trail of blood leading into the dark forest.
The villagers took their weapons and marched to the noble's castle, only to find the family in such a horrific condition, not even the graveyard thieves wanted them. Though, others say the family are beings of another name. Some called them Nosferatus, Draculas, Creatures of the Night, Demons, Bloodsuckers, anything but a human being. But that never worried you. What worries you were the girls going missing at the start of every winter, about a couple weeks before the first snowfall. No one knew who would be next, but no one dared to lock their daughters inside. For the last time they did, your village of Verano had mysteriously lost numerous amounts of harvest and livestock. And so here you are, walking to your grandmother's house to keep her company.
It didn't bother you that it's dark as you walk the dirt roads to your grandmother's house. You were used to the dark. It felt like home in a weird way. Even the predators that snatch livestock from the pens respect you as if you are one of their own. Although, it would lead to the villagers thinking you are a witch of some sort. But that didn't bother you either, for you always thought about flying high in the sky and doing witchy things with your friends, especially your friend, Nos, who you knew since that fateful day all those years ago.
"What are you doing behind that bush?"
The boy with pale skin and raven black hair looked at you with shock, fear, and surprise in his eyes.
"Come on, don't you want to play with the other children?"
The boy nodded and took your hand as you ran into the field to play with the village children. You put a flower crown on his head and held both his hands as you began to spin around.
"Nosferatu! Dracula! Demon and Creature of the Night! Everything you'll scream when they bite! Pure as snow! A virgin wearing a white wedding dress! Dye it red and rest in the forest! Be their bride in unholy matrimony!"
Your grandma walked up to you and said to say goodbye to the now-happy boy. You hugged him goodbye and skipped back to her cottage. When you got to her house, your grandma whispered in your ear.
"Nunca hables de los Nosferatus y sus novias. O de lo contrario desaparecerás en el bosque también."
"Bien, abuela."
That was fifteen years ago, and he's been your best friend ever since, even if you could never have adventures in the woods because you feared disappearing from the village.
"Nos, why do you insist on creeping behind me so much?" You ask, turning around to face a six foot three Nos.
"You shouldn't be walking out here so late at night. There are dangerous things in these woods," Nos says, putting his coat on your shoulders. "You should come back to my place and get warm."
"Sorry, grandma needs me to help with the pre-Christmas party," You reply, trying to move through the mud. "Did you hear about it supposedly snowing today?"
"Yes, I did, love. Are you going to start up about those girls going missing again?" Nos asks, walking side by side with you.
"How could I not?! It's supposed to be the first snowfall today, and not a single girl from the village has disappeared!" You exclaim, turning around to face Nos.
"Darling, those girls probably ran away from home. They found someone better in the world and left to explore it," Nos responds, taking you into his arms and dancing you around.
Snow begins to fall, and soon the roads become milky white. You made it to your grandma's house only to find she wasn't there. She had left on an emergency trip to Venice to help one of your cousins give birth. Your grandma had left a centuries-old family cookbook for you if you wished to cook something for dinner.
"It's snowing pretty heavy, darling. How about you stay at my place until it stops," Nos suggests, buttoning up the coat he put over you.
"That sounds fine, but what about you? Won't you be cold?" You ask, starting to shiver.
"I'll be fine. The cold doesn't affect me that much," Nos replies, taking the cookbook and carrying it in his bag. "Come, we can cook dinner and get warm by the fireplace."
You nod and follow his lead until he tries to enter the forest. The dark, snow-covered forest seemed to be staring back at you. Nothing made a sound, and nothing moved. You weren't sure if it was because of the snow absorbing the sound or because this forest was so terrifying that nobody dared enter it.
"It's ok. It's a shortcut to my manor. It's only a couple feet away, I promise," Nos promises, gently holding your hand. "If you feel safer, I'll hold you in my arms the whole time."
"Fine, but don't let me go," You whimper as Nos carries you like a princess.
Nos was known as a lady killer or a charming noble, depending on who you ask. Even though he only came into the village to meet you, he garnered attention from other girls. He got proposal after proposal but kept declining them. The girls eventually got over him, but the female elders couldn't help but notice how no boy or gentleman in the village would ask for your hand in marriage. Their husbands told them to pay no mind to it, but they stopped paying attention to you when predators acted like domesticated animals around them. Though others theorized you were the next Novia de Nosferatu.
"We're here! I'll get you some overnight clothes and make a fire. You can pick out a recipe if you want to," Nos says, handing you your family cookbook.
"I'll choose something yummy," You say, scurrying to the kitchen.
After fifteen minutes, Nos returned downstairs and saw you preparing to cook your family's calzone recipe. He wrapped his arms around your waist and asked if he could help.
"I'm fine, Nos. Why don't you get us something to drink?" You reply, putting the rolling pin away.
"Of course, darling. I'll be right back," Nos says, going to the cellar.
Dinner was ready, and Nos poured two glasses of wine. You brought the food to the table and began to eat with your friend.
"Sorry if the wine tastes bad. I know you're more accustomed to fruity alcoholic drinks," Nos comments, eating a piece of the calzone. "You're still not afraid of these woods, are you? My room has a pretty good view of the trees. It gets wonderful sun and moonlight as well."
"Don't you have a guest bedroom?" You ask, trying not to earn the title of village whore just for innocently sleeping with a guy.
"I'm afraid all the guest bedrooms are-oh fuck it. You've been the light of my life all the way into adulthood. Would you-would you please be mine?" Nos proposes, pulling out a box with a ring with a dark red gem.
The ring was silver with black markings going around it. It was something that only the richest of the rich could afford.
"Nos...of course I'll marry you!" You exclaim, kissing your now fiance.
"Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure? It's not the alcohol talking, right?" Nos questions, pouring you another glass of wine.
"It's not the alcohol talking. Besides, based on things are for me in the village, it seems you're the only guy who would willingly marry me," You respond, drinking the second glass of wine until it's half full. "What type of wine did you give me? It tastes so metallic."
Nos moves closer to you, eventually capturing you in an embrace. You can feel his muscles twitch, and he kisses the crook of your neck. Nos slips the ring onto the middle finger on your right hand.
"I'm glad you wanted this as much as I did, my unholy bride," Nos whispers, his voice becoming raspy and hissing towards the words of unholy bride.
"Wha-"
You have no time to react before he bites you full force. Your ring extends a needle or blade into your skin and shoots something into you. You couldn't break out of his arms and felt nothing but pain. Your nerves felt like they were on fire, your body began to shiver, and your eyes felt like they were about to explode.
"Sh, sh, sh, it's ok. You'll get through the transformation soon. It’ll be nothing but pleasure from here on out, my love,” Nos comforts, gently stroking your head. “Once you drink my blood, the transformation will be complete, and we can be together forever.”
“Nos…Nosfer…Nosferatu!” You scream, rage and fear flowing through your blood.
“No! Call me Nos. I’m still your sweet, Nos. I’m your wonderful fiancé!” Panic is in his voice as he realizes he’s starting to lose you.
You yowl in pain, and with the newly formed claws, you swipe at Nos. He jumps away from you as you run toward the library. Everything was black and red. There was no other color present. You see a book on a desk and fiercely open it, only to find out some things are better left as secrets.
“The son of the chief of Verano made a deal with the blood devils. One maiden will be the sacrifice for us all and be the devil's future mother. A sacrifice made before the first snowfall, or else we will pay for it all,” You read the page making more anger surface. “This year’s Blood bride is Y/N. Please note that the heir has chosen to court her and then ask for her hand in marriage.”
“Darling, no! Don’t read that book! You’ll get confused!” Nos yells, grabbing your shoulder. “ Your body is tired from the transformation. You need to rest!"
"Don't touch me! I can't believe I was ever your friend! How long?! How long did you plan on doing this to me?!" You rage, tears falling down your cheeks.
"I only- thirteen. I knew you were my bride at thirteen and have courted you ever since. You wanted to stay friends, and I still wanted a relationship, so I abided by your wishes and drove suitors away from you. I didn't want you to find out who I was through force like the other brides of my family. I wanted it to be a nice experience for you." Nos holds you in his arms as your claws swipe at him drawing slow-moving blood. "We can still have a wedding with your family. I'll invite them, and they'll know you're ok."
"Do you know what you've done?! Everyone in the village thinks I'm cursed or a witch!" You scream, trying to get out of his arms. "I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"
"NO! You don't hate me! It's the vampire venom talking! You love me! You love me just like you did before!" He growls, slamming you onto the brick wall. "Clearly, we need a little couples therapy until that is gone from your system."
He bites your neck, and pleasure goes into your veins. Your legs wrap around his, and your hips unconsciously grind on his crotch. Nos is too strong from drinking your blood to try pushing him away. You can only try to keep your body still as he drinks from you. Your vision goes dark, and you let out a small moan.
When you wake up, your vision is dark, and your naked body feels cramped. You push open the padded ceiling, and something metal moves as light hits your face. Red liquid falls on you from above, making everything but your face smell metallic. You crawl out of the coffin, trying to head towards the backdoor facing the woods. Nos grabs you and licks your cheek, making you shiver.
"I think this will bring us closer together, don't you?" Nos asks, removing his red robes and putting his naked body against yours. "I won't take your virginity until the wedding night unless you want to lose your virginity before then."
"I will never marry you!" You scream, trying to break away but can't due to the wet blood.
"Oh, I love it that you're still stubborn. Let me treat and clean you up, my love," Nos kisses as his hands go straight to your crotch and breast.
He sticks his fingers in you and rubs your nipple as he makes out with you. Nos looks at you, and his brown eyes become bright red.
"Focus on the sensations. In and out," Nos whispers, kissing the previous bitemark he gave you.
You felt like you were losing your mind. You didn't want to follow his orders. Soon enough, you were begging for him to finish you off. He took out his fingers from inside you after you orgasmed. He sucked on his fingers covered in your juices and blood. Then, began to lick the blood on your body. You tried tugging at his pants from below, but he swatted your hands away. Nos licked and kissed his way down to your crotch, where he found that you were bleeding. His face lit up, and you were too euphoric and full of lust to care what would happen next.
"It seems your body has decided that we must have our wedding now," Nos says, taking you into his arms so he can put you in a bath. "We're going to have one bloody hell of a wedding, darling."
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Love your yandere academy AU!! I have a few Thoughts on it if you don't mind...
First of all the inherent loneliness and otherness you'd feel as the only darling at school? Mwah 🤌 The constant fear of being found out? Delicious. In a way it almost reminds me of Furina in 4.2, having to put on a never-ending show, never letting anyone see your true colors. Her stakes might have been a little higher, sure, but the general vibe is the same.
Next I could imagine darling using the classes as a way to get a leg up on their classmates. They know everything the yanderes do, which helps to even out the playing field, even if just a little. It's easier to avoid being manipulated when you're taking the same psychology classes as the people trying to manipulate you.
Finally I've been thinking about how the yanderes would feel when falling for diet before their identity is discovered. Yanderes falling for other yanderes is rare, and when not reciprocated, it rarely ends well. Especially if darling is a straight A student, they'll know they have to work twice as hard to get them in their grasp, either willingly or not. And with so many people starting to take an interest in them? Even more work. Normally it'd be fine to deal with one or two rivals, but multiple classes of them? Not so simple.
Idk it's just a really neat idea and I'd love to see more of it sometime
First of all, thank you for sending in an ask! I´m very happy that feedback has been pretty positive so far because I was actually a bit hesitant on posting my idea at first. So this is really uplifting! ☺️
And yes, absolutely do share your thoughts with me if you have any, I love discussing ideas with other people, it´s one of the greatest things regarding fanfiction in my opinion 💕
So let´s discuss all of these concepts you brought up for a bit!
Introduction
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tw yandere, discussion of normalized toxic relationships, implied stalking, mention of murder
Yandere! Normalized Genshin Academy AU
First of all, yes, you´re totally right! I´m really happy that the inherent feeling of loneliness came through in my writing because it´s one of the first thoughts I had when envisioning this AU. Just imagine how truly alone you must feel, living in a world where all these toxic relationships are viewed as normal and even desirable. All your life, you´ve been terrified of the future, of when the day a yandere desires you would come. You´ve been having nightmares about the day you would feel eyes cling to you way too long for comfort.
And now, you find yourself in this gigantic mess. Not only will you have to stress over your new academy life, but also the people you have to cross paths with in the hallway every day. You have to keep your guard up and play along with the insanity going on around you all day long, you can´t rest or relax for even a second. Because one second might be enough to expose you as who you really are: a helpless darling within a sea of predators just waiting to sink their claws into you.
No matter what, while you´re here you can´t be your true self, you can´t speak your true thoughts because you would be putting yourself in danger. You try your best to stay away from your fellow students but isolating yourself like that feels just as lonely.
And sometimes, you catch yourself almost slipping up when you inevitably have to talk to another student. People like Thoma, Amber, or Kaveh have easy-going and friendly demeanors, they talk to you so eagerly that you can´t help but feel yourself let loose for a bit, only to realize with a start that even these people who seem nice and approachable have to hide dark feelings and thoughts if they´re going to this school. Maybe in another life, you might have loved to have them as close friends but you know how twisted they must be deep down. You cannot allow yourself to trust anyone here and it´s so mentally taxing.
Oh, absolutely! Darling might be terrified by what they´re being taught as if it was the most normal thing in the world but they´re certainly glad to know some of the tricks a yandere might use. They obviously don´t plan on ever using those tips themselves but it´s useful when it comes to keeping their guard up. Thanks to these classes, they know better than to readily accept gifts from any of their "friends" without thoroughly checking them for cameras beforehand.
It´s both a blessing and a curse, really. Darling has a harder time keeping up the facade when confronted with all these new wicked ways to ensnare a darling during classes but they also serve well as a safety precaution. Can´t be tricked if you know all the tricks yourself, right? Though their anxiety would probably skyrocket, questioning every little gesture, gift, or phrase directed at them.
And your last point is also a very interesting point that I would like to elaborate on a bit more! I indeed also think that yanderes dating yanderes would be a very rare thing and I´d even go so far as to say it might be discouraged by society at large. And it´s not for the logical reason one might think of. The fact that two yanderes together would probably cause a spike in murders or similar catastrophes is not the real problem here.
It´s the fact that two yanderes dating each other means that two poor darlings will now have to go without a yandere </3
Even though yanderes are very normalized, I would still say that they´re probably still a minority ( at least I sure hope for the good of the world that half the population isn´t some sort of crazed lovesick fool). This of course comes with the conseqence that there are many more darlings than there are yanderes. Factor in the fact that a darling x yandere relationship is seen as the ideal relationship, something to strive for, and very soon you will see why yanderes dating other yanderes is kind of frowned upon.
Now even fewer darlings will get to have a loving yandere partner!
To you, it´s sick and twisted that this is the consensus, that yanderes and all the horrible things that they do are so romanticized. But at the same time, you´re really glad for this being a thing now because it greatly reduces the risk of one of your fellow students pursuing you for as long as you can still pose as a yandere.
But just because it´s frowned upon doesn´t mean that it´s illegal or that it never happens. There isn´t really any reasoning with a yandere in love so when they have their sights set on someone, there´s pretty much no stopping them. And who would want to be the one to tell them that they shouldn´t be in love with another yandere? That they should give up on you? That wouldn´t go very well.
So sadly enough, once your fellow students grow really interested in you, even you being perceived as another yandere would be enough to deter them. Of course, they´ll have to be more careful when approaching this than if you were a darling. As mentioned, you know all about the different ways to "win someone´s heart" and so they´ll have to adapt their approaches in some way.
Of course, having multiple rivals for your love isn´t making things any easier. Trying to get close to you when you know all their tricks is hard enough, they don´t need any distractions trying to steal your affection. It will certainly turn into a very fierce competition soon and it only gets worse the more people grow infatuated with you.
Your only hope is that they´ll just spend all of their time trying to get rid of the others so that they leave you alone. You´ll certainly have to be very careful about how you interact with your classmates from now on. One compliment and they´ll latch onto the possibility of you secretly loving them as well and then they´ll certainly never let go of you.
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The Predator Café - Chapter 1
Pip scratched at his face as he watched and listened to the draconian professor, far below, as she explained in broad terms how Plasma Drives worked on a concept level before moving onto how they work practically.
The young college student glanced to his left and then to his right, rows of empty seats filled the balcony overlooking the professor's classroom. The sense of isolation once again curled around his chest. Below him, he knew there would be a full room of students, undeniable in their presence, yet completely separate from him. He didn't try to hide his sigh, there was no real danger of anyone noticing him up here. He had never wanted attention, it was against who and what he was, but this was beyond what he expected.
With the wailing of the bell, the class below erupted in a cacophony of noise as a stampede of relative titans packed their equipment and rushed from the room below.
The chintian followed suit, lazily putting away his tablet and reference texts. The lights of the room clicked off as the professor, obviously believing no-one was left in the room, closed and locked their gigantic door.
Pip sighed through his nose, walking along the balcony in the dark and left by the exit on his level.
He clicked the button for the lift and the doors opened immediately. No-one else had used it in the two hours of his lesson. As it trundled down to the ground level, so he could use the faster passages to get around, he leaned his head back against the wall.
When he had come to this college on the edge of canid space, it was meant to be an opportunity to attend a brand new, up and coming college with a wide range of options and facilities for him. It was advertised as both ‘Herbivore & Carnivore’ mixed as well as “all sizes welcome”. What he wasn't aware of was that whilst yes, this was all true, the number of herbivores at his size were in the single figures.
The lift doors opened with a chirpy 'ding', Pip pushed off the back wall and trudged towards the flat escalator. This would trundle him along at a faster pace so he could reach his dorms in only tens of minutes rather than half a day's walk.
He wasn't alone completely, he had made friends with another his size called Geegee, but the guy was a flake. He frustrated Pip in most instances as he had a tendency to either not commit or back out from most events at the last minute. The only others were the insect lot and they had preferred to keep to themselves, acting actively hostile to anyone else who tried to engage them.
He looked out the glass wall to his left as he was sped along the inside of the hollow wall of the college. Beyond the glass was a sea of legs of uncountable types. Some clothed, others furred or feathered. Some digitigrade, some not, but all of them; towering behemoths to the diminutive Pip.
At barely a foot tall, and one of only a handful at this height attending the college, his life had turned into one of a ghost, easily avoiding those bigger than him by using the systems in place, but it left him increasingly isolated. Sure, he could wander the halls amongst them, but that was a recipe for disaster. He'd either get stepped on, kicked or just outright shoved the second there were too many people for folk to see him coming. He refused to wear the stupid backpack with the flag, he had more dignity than that.
As he got back to his dorm, he enjoyed the one upside to not having that many able to use these rooms. He and the handful of others had the pick of the best rooms. Opening the door, he dropped his bag onto the floor and rolled his neck until he could hear and feel it 'pop'. Shutting the door behind him he rubbed his eyes as he walked into the bedroom and sat heavily on the bed. Looking across at the mirror on the wall opposite he gave himself a once over.
His caramel brown fur was looking a bit shabby, knots and clumps had started to accumulate due to his apathy. He couldn't bring himself to care when not even the professors even noticed he existed since he sat in the rafters for most of the classes as that's where they had placed the shorter students for safety. He strode over to the mirror to brush his fingers across his face and along his whiskers, making a point to try and straighten them at least. His ears twitched and swivelled towards a noise in the corridor.
As he was preening himself, his door burst open to reveal Geegee panting and wide eyed.
“Ignoring that I thought that was locked, you really need to knock Gee. I could have been doing anything in here...” Pip said, turning back to the mirror.
Geegee was a saurian, a Geckin to be exact. His blue scales were accented by the orange rings that dotted his hide.
“They got a Human!” he said, still out of breath.
Pip glanced back at him, ‘Humans’ were rare, rare enough that even in the Galactic Community space you’d be unlikely to see one. Out here, outside of the Community protections and on this planet? ‘Rare’ wasn’t a strong enough word to get the concept across. Pip had obviously expressed interest in seeing one at some point in the past, but he hadn't quite connected the dots yet about what GeeGee was speaking about. He remained silent whilst quirking an eyebrow at Geegee to continue.
The lizard closed the door behind him and dropped his voice to a whisper, despite them being the only two living things in this part of the building.
“At the Pred Café; they hired a real Human!”
Pip blinked in surprise, that was actually; news. He and Geegee had only been speaking about going to the Predator Café not two weeks ago. A strange concept, no doubt, but one that had secretly sent a thrill straight up Pip's spine, it was a Café like any other, but all of its staff were specifically predators that would deliberately interact with their customers, mostly herbivores or preys. All in a controlled and safe environment.
They even catered for those of Geegee and Pip's short stature.
Pip had said he wasn't opposed to the idea of going to the Café, it was just a place to go for food or a drink, 'it was only weird if you made it weird'. But in an offhand comment, Pip had mentioned that he would be far more interested if they had the more exotic predators available, such as; a Human.
The humans were a relatively new addition to the wider galaxy, but had taken it by storm. Their only struggle was there weren't enough humans to answer everyone's curiosity and requests for ambassadors. For one to turn up on this side of The Spiral that was the galaxy, was not just unique, but once in a lifetime level of rare. Apparently their own homeworld was ‘lost’, what had actually happened was one of secrecy and speculation, but the one fact that was certain was that they didn’t have a home to go back to.
They were apparently quite small for the larger entities, one of the ‘smallest’ species out there reportedly, although their species height ranged from the huge to the surprisingly small. It seemed what was a fundamental fact about humans was that what was true for one would be false to another. They were unmistakably predators based on what Pip had read; the greatest evidence being; the two eyes they had, were placed in a perfect front-facing set.
Most carnivores had eyes that were rotated forward so they could track prey back in their feral days, but these humans had almost flat faces which gave them incredibly strong vision with overlapping cones of sight. They could see far away and close up in great detail, movement caused their eyes to focus on the movement without even thinking and even if you remain perfectly still, their pattern recognition was through the roof so they could pick up your silhouette with ease. Not even staying still could protect prey from these creatures. Thankfully they had assured that they had no interest in hurting sentients. This didn't stop the rumours spread about how a large number of them joined The Galactic Community’s military overnight, not to mention those rejected from that went straight out towards sluggat territories. The sluggats species numbered in the thousands and were constantly at war. The map didn’t even distinguish the different clans, empires and groups anymore.
After noncommittally commenting that it was; indeed interesting to Geegee, Pip eventually found himself wide awake in the dead of night on his bed. Pulling out his phone he began to idly browse the net. He knew what he wanted to look at, but there was part of him that felt he still shouldn't be looking at a predator in the way he was wanting to.
It was taboo. Preys and Preds stayed either side of a social line. A line that wasn't discussed or acknowledged, but nonetheless existed. But this taboo made it exciting, it was dangerous; it thrilled him. This was the strongest emotion he had felt in months living on this damned campus and that alone was far more valuable than the opinion of this theoretical judge that was with him at all times.
Navigating to the information page he scrolled through the details of how it all worked.
You dropped in or could book ahead, would be seated as and when a free table appeared. On each table there was a menu tablet. When a patron first sat down it would display all the current servers, predators, available to serve them. That predator would then come along and interact with the patrons. Idle chat, taking their food or drink orders, flash a bit of tooth and then go get their order.
Simple.
There were plenty of options, including those of Pip's height; a few skinks took up those options. Stereotypically vicious with very sharp wits. Pip expected they'd just all but insult him if he chose them.
On the larger side, a canid, a few taurians, even a ssypno. Predators one and all, but he saw them every day. They weren’t exciting, they were obstacles.
Sighing, Pip scrolled all the way to the bottom of the list, various faces of common species whipped past until he hit the bottom of the page. His breath hitched for a moment and a tingle in his leg crawled its way up the side. In a category of their own, a human glared back at him.
“Nah-tah-sha” he whispered, trying the odd name out. She wasn't actually glaring, but the slight downwards tilt of her head and the smirk plastered across her mouth gave her a different look to everyone else. And the eyes... Her eyes were deep green with an abyss of black in the centre. Pip had no idea if humans could hypnotise their prey like a ssypno could, but he wouldn't be shocked if they could after he became so lost in this simple profile picture.
He fell asleep with the phone still in his hand, the soft glow still on her profile.
The next day, the last day of the working week, Pip had casually suggested to Geegee about having lunch together.
It was hit or miss if he'd show up, but as a pleasant surprise, the Geckin appeared through the doors and took a seat across from Pip overlooking the larger student body over the balcony below.
“Well, what-do-you-know, he appears!” Pip said cheerfully, casually ribbing the twitchy lizard.
“Hah, yeah, I wanted to talk to you about something...” He began, skipping any kind of preamble.
“Oh? Sure, what do you need?” Pip said, glad that Geegee was rather transparent in what he was going to talk about.
“I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner? Tonight?”
“Well sure, that'll be nice. We haven't done anything like that together yet, anywhere in mind?” Pip continued as casually as he could. He knew already that Natasha was apparently due to work the night shift tonight according to the Café's site.
“I hadn't really thought about it, but we could always try the Pred place, if-if you wanted to, we can go elsewhere if not..”
Mm, probably thought about it all night. Pip couldn't judge, he was in the same boat.
“Yeah, it'll be a laugh. Do we need to book or something?”
“No, it's open for the nocturnals, but if we go late for us, early for them, it should be really quiet.”
“Alright, I'll meet you out front tonight. I'll put on my favourite shirt.” Pip said happily, he'd make an effort for once. Even if it's just to stare at the Preds, it'll be nice to actually do something with someone. He hated the idea of just being sat in his room for another lonely weekend.
That evening Geegee and Pip made their way into the city-proper. There were more folk their size and it was an effort to wind their way through the crowds until they came to the street where the Café sat.
The smaller entrance was a safe distance to the side of the larger entrance. A short flight of stairs brought them roughly to the same height as other patrons, or at least their navels and deposited them into a waiting room. It was decorated in reds and whites with chrome finishes everywhere.
“This is just like a zoo, right?” Geegee asked for the third time. It seemed he was still panicking about being here. To be fair, Pip felt the same, but tried to hold his nerve. If Geegee ran for it now, he'd likely do the same.
“Sure, like a big old petting zoo, we're just getting something to eat then going home. Simple as!”
“Y-yeah, simple as...” he repeated unenthusiastically.
“Good Evening and welcome to; The Predator Café! Come on in for a bite and take a seat at Booth 'G' please!” a happy sounding voice announced from a speaker near the door. Pushing the door open and holding open for Geegee, Pip looked around the building as he moved towards the indicated booth.
The Café was bright and welcoming. The aesthetic of the waiting room continued with the rest of the building. The booths were ribbed red leather of various sizes, although grouped together by size. The tables were polished white with chrome finishing around the edges.
The Café was nearly deserted, Pip could see some patrons in the further reaches at the back, but that was the larger entity area. The Café to him was a gigantic warehouse decked out like a bright and clean diner.
Settling into the booth, Pip took a moment to enjoy a calming deep breath. Here in the booth unless someone they knew actively looked into their booth, nobody would recognise them. Geegee looked pale and kept glancing around himself.
“It's okay Gee, see? We're good. It's all just a show.”
“I know!” He snapped, before looking sheepish; “Sorry, I didn't think I'd be this nervous.”
“It's alright, I know you prefer the edges of a room rather than the centre, this is outside of your comfort zone, but imagine the story you have to tell now!” Pip exclaimed, trying to big the little Geckin up.
Geegee slid the tablet over to Pip.
Picking it up, it was just as their website said. He knew exactly where who he wanted was on their list. Scrolling all the way to the bottom, her bright blonde hair cascaded around her round face and green eyes. Once more, tingles raced up his spine; the tilt down in her head; a silent threat.
With a shaking thumb, he selected her and the tablet ceased to respond as his choice was locked in.
Time passed and Pip attempted to engage Geegee in conversation. Geegee was studying in depth AI programming. He spent most of his time existing online or attempting to create his own 'perfect' AI. He seemed to believe that he was what was missing from the galaxy and his ideas would revolutionise the AI world.
He was going into his fourth minute of none-stop technical jargon, when the cutlery on the table rattled.
“But without-...” He glanced up at Pip who was across the table from Geegee.
The lizard looked at something behind Pip and continued to tilt his head to look up. The cutlery rattled again.
And up.
Rattle.
And up.
Rattle.
Pip tried to swallow, only to find his mouth devoid of moisture. A shadow engulfed the two of them and booth included. Pip looked to his side and saw the white apron of a behemoth's uniform. Pip craned his own head back as his eyes drank in the creature blocking out the overhead lights. Her uniform was a clean red cotton material with white piping following the stitching and a white apron on her front. The skirt stopped halfway up her thighs, going up it tapered in at her waist. Her shoulders were displayed with large white frills that followed from front to back, but no sleeves covered her arms.
“Well now! Ain't you two just the cutest lil' things I ain't ever seen! I could just pick ya' up and squeeze ya'!” A warm, bubbly voice boomed from above.
Pip hadn't looked her in the face yet, he hadn't built up the confidence yet. Before Pip could register a thought let alone a response, Geegee bolted.
“W-wait! Don't you dare-” Pip exclaimed, but Geegee was long gone, all that remained was a slowly closing door of The Café's entrance.
Pip turned back slowly to the giant Human and her giant green eyes that now were giving him; her complete and undivided attention.
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