#bears are hungry and humans are annoying

[pinkrangerv]

You know, every year we lose at least one dumb tourist in Nevada. Why?

'That big cave looks really interesting! I wanna go see!' That's a mine shaft. You were WARNED about mine shafts. THEY HAVE LARGE PITS YOU FALL INTO AND DIE.

'Oh hey that body of water looks like a great place to swim!' It's contaminated with mercury and twelve other heavy metals. There's signs everywhere. How did you miss this?

'I only need a small water bottle for a five-hour hike!' Buddy. Pal. I can pull that off, because I am chronically dehydrated and somehow survive it. (It's the fat, I think.) But trust me, normal people cannot do that, and even I drink water when I stop for lunch. You are normal. You will die slow.

'Hey, Pyramid Lake looks cool!' The local tribe has an entire set of stories about how if you hear babies laughing, the next day you will die on the lake. And at least one boat gets pulled under a year. The park has warning signs about that plastered all over it. Yeah, sure, riptide--but honestly, that lake even looks like it's gonna kill you, it has no greenery at all around it, it's just water and then desert, how are you this stupid?

'Aww, that bear looks so CUDDLY!' You know what, you're clearly unsaveable. Give me your kid, I'll find them a home with a loving adult who explains that forks don't go in light sockets. We'll hold your funeral. Your kids' new adult can explain that some people are just meant as a warning to others. They'll grow up to appreciate your sacrifice. We all will. You will serve as an example to future tourists to just, for the love of fuck, stay in the damn cities. At least there someone will stop you from ANNOYING A GODDAMN BEAR.

Really. If you come to Nevada, just...stay where there's sidewalks. You'll end up less dead.

[dulaglutide]

Hantengu clones x fem reader on her period!

Y’all are getting fed early because the female anatomy is fighting me. Warnings⚠️:period stuff, swearing, nicknames, (let me know if I missed any!!!)

Aizetsu

He would hold you close and comfort you if you wanted

He will not leave your side during this time of the month

He will know when you start your period because he can smell the blood

He won’t bring it up unless you do (the first time he smelt blood he was concerned but once you told him he was out at ease and learned your schedule)

He will get you all of your cravings and more

He will baby the fuck out of you

If you bleed on the bed, couch, etc he will take care of it and tell you to change and get cleaned up without hesitation

He will not embarrass or tease you about it he just wants you to be as comfortable as possible

He is understandable about your mood swings because your dealing with a lot during this time of month and it must be hard

He doesn’t know what it’s like but he knows your in pain when you start groaning or just holding onto your stomach/uterus

He will massage your cramps if you want while you rest on him

”Darling…..rest for me okay?” “O-oh you want me to massage your stomach?…..come on lay down……*he pats his chest*” “You must be so exhausted go lay down while I take care of everything my precious human…….”

Sekido

He finds it to be such an annoyance don’t we all

He questioned you the first time it happened to make sure you weren’t doing anything concerning because he smelt blood

He will be soft with you during this time of month

He will sigh and scoff when you ask for stuff but he will do it

If you want him to cuddle you he will

Take advantage of this because this is one of the only times he will cuddle you a lot

You will get your cravings because he doesn’t wanna hear you bitch about how hungry you are that’s how he sees it

You won’t be babied but you will be taken care of

If you bleed out he will sigh very loudly and start changing the sheets, cleaning, etc with his normal angry expression while you change but in reality he is very caring and wants you to be comfortable

He will go out and buy you a teddy bear so if he had to leave for any weird reason you would have the bear the bear has a kimono like his

He will get annoyed if you get really bad mood swings but he will comfort you or leave you alone if you want

He will massage your cramps but he will complain about it

”*sigh*………go fucking change and lay down……I’ll clean this mess you made up….” “You want to lay on my chest again……why are you so needy?!” *he lets you lay down anyways*

Karaku

You will be teased

He won’t tease you if you do get really upset and uncomfortable with it though

The first time he smelt blood he was confused on why and asked you very concerned but understood after when you told him

He one time came up behind you and squeezed your uterus and called you his little ketchup bottle…..

He won’t do it again don’t worry……..he learned……

You will get all of the cuddles and kisses you want because he is more than willing to give them to you

He will get very scared at your random mood swings

One second your crying and the next your screaming out of anger

He will get you what you want for cravings

If you ask him to buy you pads/tampons he will buy the wrong one almost every time because in his mind they are all the same

You will get carried everywhere

He will happily massage your cramps away

If you bleed out he will clean it but he will most likely tease you about it

”Awwwwww…..princess you bled a little didn’t you….?” “What do you mean they’re not the same and that every brand is different!?!?” “YOU CAN GET AN INFECTION IF THEIR SCENTED!?!?!?!”

Urogi

He is so confused

Your going to have to explain it to him a million times because he’s so confused on how you can bleed from down there just so you can have children

ANYWAYS

You will get even more cuddles than usual and he will cling to you even more

He will warm you up with his wings so your cramps ease down that’s his way of massaging your cramps because he can’t what is talons

He won’t take you flying that week just so you can relax

He will go out and get your cravings for you without hesitation

He is very very terrified of your mood swings

You will get a million kisses if you start crying

If you bleed out he will not know what to do so you will have to show him

Don’t worry the next time it happens he knows what to do!

Bird boy might not be the smartest but when it comes to you he listens

He will get you the wrong brand a few times but then after he will get you the right one

He tries really hard it’s just heard for him to understand

“Baby bird……it’s okay don’t cry I got you!” *he nuzzled into you neck pulling you close as you cried from the stress and pain* “Baby!!!!! I think I got you the right one this time!!!!!!”

[daddy-suguru]

- ʜᴇ’s ᴀ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ;

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐 ✑ corruption/virgin kink - true form!Sukuna Ryomen

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs | monster fucking, virgin!collage student!reader (has a vague idea of the parts and that they make babies but not how do), heavy virgin & corruption kink, begging, teaching, rough degrading praise, heavy hints at sukuna's jealousy/possessiveness, oral, needing to prep you for both his cocks, fingering you in front of the mirror, grinding, heavy size kink, sukuna is eight feet tall in his true form, sukuna has two dicks, Sukuna's stomach mouth is hungry for your pussy, extreme manhandling/holding you in the air to fuck you, begging, one slap, sukuna makes out with you a little

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ | 2.4k

Pouting at your screen and huffing, placing it face down and planting your face into the pillow. Only to pick your head back up when you hear,

“What’s all this shit?” Sukuna’s crimson eyes are zeroed in on the valentine's card, candies, and flowers on your desk. As he stands in the doorway of your balcony. The long curtains softly flutter next to him, hiding his half-naked body for moments at a time.

Avoiding the question, “Are you allergic to shirts?" It's hard to take your eyes off Sukuna's tanned thick pecs. When you do it's to ogle his six deeply outlined abs. And the v that vanishes into his pants.

He crosses your bedroom while suggesting, "Maybe I should start being allergic to pants too, let my cocks hang out since I don't wear underwear." Grabbing the bundle of roses by the bottom of the stem to hold them upside down.

Sniffing at them while wrinkling up his nose and furrowing his brows. Before dropping them roughly, making some petals fall off the buds. Sukuna eyes up the boxes of candy, and the card on your desk.

Quickly picking up the flowers, holding them to your chest. "Hey! They are still pretty flowers, I just need to get a vase for them." He rolls his eyes and grabs the card reiterating,

"What is this shit?" Closing the balcony door, and locking it. While sliding the thick, sun-blocking curtain shut. As you throw at him,

"Why does it matter?" Setting the flowers in front of the lamp, on your bedside table. As Sukuna drops the glamor hiding his true body. Causing you to blink a few times letting your eyes adjust to the drastic shift in appearence.

Pressing your thighs together, ignoring the wet, warm pulsing throb growing between your legs. As he grunts, "It's that persistent asshole scent lingering on the card. Pathetic gifts." He glances over at you and the corner of his lips twitch into a smirk. As he slams the card into the trash. Which you can't bring yourself to mourn the loss of.

Sukuna walks up to the edge of your bed. His large shadow falls over where you sit leaning against your large fluffy stuffed bear. And when he stretches out all four of his thick muscular arms. While his stomach's tongue drags along its bottom lip.

Your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight of it. It had to be the cause of whatever effect Sukuna posses, like his glamor. To make humans easier to approach for them to consume.

There is nothing wrong with admiring Sukuna. Something clearly inhuman, yet you hadn't dug into what he is. Figuring you shouldn't annoy him with the questions. Instead, you accepted that he will come around like your orange formerly feral stray cat.

Who you managed to get to warm up to you by using food. And now Mr.Cheese is a cuddly house cat. Only with Sukuna, you don't know what he wants just yet. If he wanted to eat you, he could have done so long ago.

Unless he likes playing with his food. Even so what type of fucking around is he doing with you?

Reaching across the bed, with his top left hand, grabbing your ankle. Yanking you down to the bottom of your bed, which Sukuna replaced the frame of after he broke it. When he sat down on it the first time.

His gaze is intense and unreadable as he snaps, "You're lost in your head. Don't tell me you're thinking about the little shit and his pathetic gifts." Furrowing your brows, and rolling onto your stomach.

Crawling away grumbling, "Doesn't matter." Sukuna loosely grabs your throat. While splaying his fingers on your lower back, pressing you into the bed. He groans,

"I can smell you soaking through your panties. Every time I come over your pussy starts dripping. That's why it matters, you're mine princess." Your pussy quivers at the nickname. As you whine,

"Please Sukuna. I want you, please. Don't get jealous, I'm your princess." You don't know what you're begging for. Only that a persistent frustrating desperate aching need for him is fueling you.

"Do you like that one? Do you want to be my pampered pretty princess? Who is guarded and fucked by her big scary monster?" Slipping his hand underneath your baggy shirt. Massaging your cheeks, as his fingers brush close to your clothed pussy.

Shifting your hips rubbing his fingers on your pussy. Grinding your hips back as Sukuna keeps his hand still. While you whimper out, "Fucked?!" You can't stop moving your hips. The friction is better than anything you've felt from touching yourself.

Bringing up to Sukuna, "I know that a man goes in a woman. And it makes a baby with the two parts touch. Why would you want to-" You stop as Sukuna's laughter gets louder as he drops his hand from your throat.

Your cheeks burn Sukuna flips you onto your back. Fixing you back underneath him while admitting, "You have my cocks rock hard desperately rubbing your pussy on my fingers." Pressing his palm on your pussy. His hand is large enough to cover everything.

Urging you to mimic your earlier actions, "Are you sure you want to stop?" His fingertips are just below your belly button. You couldn't get over the size difference. Especially when you were pressed against him cuddling in close during a scary movie.

Squeezing your legs around his hand while grinding your hips. The tingling pleasure from the friction builds a familiar tension in your gut. Which never seems to break no matter how much you try.

Sukuna's smile stretches into a smirk as he tells you, "We won't be making a crotch goblin. Princess, are you a virgin? Tell me I'm the first one to touch your pussy and I might go a little crazy." Sukuna is caging you in with his top arms, as he holds a fist full of your blanket.

Huffing, "So what of it?" Trying to act more attention than you are. As you keep rubbing your clit on his palm. He snickers,

"Defensive little princess aren't you? There is nothing wrong with how I'm going to be the only one to kiss, touch and fill your dripping pussy up." He pins your hips, keeping you from rubbing your clit on his palm.

"Hmm you don't know properly beg how-to for it just yet. Or even what it is, it seems. There are so many pleasurable depraved things I want to do to you, princess. And I want to hear you beg for every one of them." Your eyes widen as you plead,

"Please Sukuna. Whatever it is about you that is making me so wet. Maybe it's part of the glamor but it stays even while you're gone. And touching myself doesn't help." Slipping his fingers underneath your shorts and panties, ripping them off with ease.

"Wrong, that's all you princess. You're my sexy little monster who needs me to help her cum. Aren't you? " Dragging the tip of his stomach's thick tongue along your lips. The hot wet softness of his tongue has you loudly groaning,

"I'm your sexy little monster fucker. Please I want all of you, please! Fuck don't stop that feels so wonderful. Please. Please. I'll learn whatever you want me to, to keep you going." He flicks his tongue faster. As your moans become incoherent pleas.

Sukuna groans, "Mm you're a natural slut aren't you, good girl, keep begging like that. Telling how good I'm making my pretty little virgin pussy feel." Rubbing your clit faster as the tension builds mind spinningly quick.

Unable to handle the mounting pleasure you jerk your hips away. While whimpering, "Don't stop!" Depriving yourself of the pleasure you're craving. As Sukuna drags you back while crooning,

"So fucking hot that your virgin pussy is too sensitive to handle me. You want it so bad even though you can barely handle it. If that isn't the hottest thing. Your pussy must be as greed as you are." Ripping your shirt and dropping the scraps of your t-shirt onto the floor. Sliding one of his hands up your side, massaging your breasts. While the tongue of his hand flicks your nipple.

The soft suckling of the mouth on his hand, lazily rubbing your nipple. Sending sweet pleasure down into your clit. Stroking the tense coil winding inside your gut, tempting it to finally snap.

Reaching out, dragging your fingers over his hard pecs. Only to dig your nails into his chest. In all the times you rubbed your clit after Sukuna left you've never been this close before.

Rambling to Sukuna, "I have a greedy pussy who needs your monster cocks! Hold me down and make my pussy take it. Please I need you to ruin my pussy! Nng!" This warm slick gushes from your pussy soaking his stomach's tongue.

Sukuna wonders, "I wonder how many times you can cum before you're begging for me to stop. Or if you'll let me fuck you to sleep. I'll clean your body up and put an ice pack between your legs. Since your pussy is going to be sore after this." He pulls his stomach's large tongue away.

He grabs your phone off the bed, and takes a picture of your pleasure-drunk face. With his hand around your throat, posting it without a caption to your insta. Before showing you the picture, ""s pretty princess cum drunk wearing my hand like a collar."

Lost in the hazy high of your first time cumming you can't bring yourself to care about the picture. While Sukuna crouches in front of you, spreading your pussy lips apart to look inside of you. As he expresses,

"Your little pussy is going to look so hot painted white with my cum. Fuck she's spasming, squeezing 'round nothing, aching for me." Sukuna kisses your pussy before he stands up.

Stripping himself of his jeans and underwear. When you beg, "Need more of you, I want you to be my first everything." Sitting up, shifting closer to the edge of your bed. As your clit twitches from the sudden lack of stimulation after such intense attention.

Sukuna says, "I'm going to be your first and only princess. You're all mine princess, and I know you are going to be a good girl and learn how to take care of my cock. Aren't you?"

Dangling your legs off the bed as your eyes go wide. His cocks are at eye level when you're sitting down, glancing up at Sukuna only heightens your sense of how small you are in front of the nine-foot-tall beast that Sukuna is. Without his glamor concealing his form.

Dropping your gaze back down, his top cock is standing up. With its pointed tip, which thickens till it reaches a ridged part. Dragging your fingers tips along bumps along the bottom.

Leaning forward and softly kissing the bottom of his top head. "I'll take care of both your monster cocks with my pussy the best I can." Wrapping your hand around his top one, your fingertips don't touch. And Sukuna groans,

"My cock is already big but with your tiny hand around it, it's massive. Nng Princess, I love how you get wetter when I call you that. Nnng!" He grabs the back of your head, pushing you forward. While nudging his tip against your lips, as you open your mouth.

Instructing you, "Stick your tongue out, focusing on breathing through your nose, and don't let your teeth snag me." While pushing his cock deeper into his mouth. You barely fit his tip into your mouth. He is too thick.

Your eyes widen and tears start to blur your sight. Pulling away, dragging his cock along your stuck-out tongue. If not for the smallest point like a tip he wouldn't be able to fit into your mouth at all.

Grabbing his bottom cock with both hands as he groans, "That's it use both your hands to massage my monster cock princess." The bottom head is rounder, with a mushroom-like head.

Trailing your fingers down the veiny but otherwise smooth cock, till you meet a swelling knot at the base. Quickly thrusting his hips forward as he pushes your head. While fat tears roll down your cheeks as he sneers,

"Crybaby, your barely taking the tip. I guess your mouth is useless. Unless I-" He slips his cock out of your mouth. While grabbing your throat, cutting off any protests you have.

Letting go of Sukuna as he lifts you off the bed, holding you close to his face. Your feet dangle off the ground.

Sukuna leans in roughly bitting your bottom lip before kissing you. Slapping your ass roughly to make you gasp. So he can slip his tongue into your mouth. While he grabs your legs, folding and spreading your legs apart.

The tip of his stomach's thick tongue flicks your clit. Causing you to groan into Sukuna's mouth. As you follow along with how his soft tongue rubs yours.

Sukuna pulls away and reiterates, "Your mouth is too small to do much. Unless I'm trying to break your little neck with my cock my time ruining your little virgin pussy and ass, so no human shit could ever get you off the way I can." Whining at the loss of his tongue flicking your clit.

Begging Sukuna, "Ruin my pussy please teddy bear." You picked up the name since he turned into a cuddle monster during movies. With his massive body, you could easily lay on top of him. As he stretches out and hangs off your bed. Which is easily too small for him.

Turning your body around to face the heart-shaped mirror on your wall. Holding your legs open, displaying your wet pussy. While he tightens his grasp around your throat. A third hand cupping one of your breasts.

The teeth sink in as you try to cry and writhe. His three large hands holding you in place to render you to meer trembles. He moans while spreading your pussy open to get one last look at your virgin pussy he says,

"I'm about to make your dripping, sexy little pussy as fucked up as you are in the head. Am I your cuddly teddy bear, making you feel warm between your legs princess? I wonder what you'll call me after I make you watch yourself get fucked." Pushing one thick finger past your lips. As he loosens his grasp around your throat to hear you moaning.

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

i KNOW i might sound insane, but what if vampire! Engel sets up traps around her isolated dark castle to capture any animal that is unfortunate enough to step on one of them, because she swears to not ever consume human blood and swore to only consume animal blood

and vampire hunter! König unluckily (luckily??) stepped on one of the bear traps, and she heard a scream from outside, so she went out to check and SHE SMELLED the smell she tried so hard to hide herself from

And she just kinda stood there, drooling and saw a very big BIG man, she thought it was a bear until he pulled out her dagger and pointed it at her, while panting in pain

IDKKK ITS GIVING ENEMIES TO LOVERS? STRANGERS TO LOVERS????? I worte this ina hirry because im about to cry thinking about it

Oh god the angst exploded in this one… sorry not sorry but these two are just UGHHH

König thought he was getting rescued when he heard the sound of soft footsteps. His stomach sinks when he sees this is not the case: his situation is far more dire than he thought. Not only is he stuck in an old trap and about to lose a foot: he's being hunted by the most dangerous, most beautiful little predator he has ever seen.

She's prowling, hungry and keen, crawling barely ten feet away from his sorry corpse-to-be. Her eyes glow in the darkness as she licks her lips; she's looking at her prey like a cute little house cat, dark and treacherous and extremely curious. He can't understand how those perfect hands could've managed to set all these traps: they look so dainty and frail. But looks can be deceiving when it comes to vampires. She's probably stronger than an average human male.

He can't hear her thoughts, which must be filled with the desire to drink. He doesn't have to: any vampire hunter can see that this one hasn't eaten properly in a while. Her lips are pale, she's breathing fast, she even moves on all fours like she's either too afraid or too weak to stand. Her fingers curl around the moss as she looks at him; her body almost trembles with anticipation.

When he draws his blade, she lets out a hiss and recoils further into the shadows. He's a pathetic mortal and a weak man for mourning the loss of that pretty little face and those lovely, enchanting eyes. He knows that she's a vampire, she's supposed to seduce her victims, but he can't help his sinful thoughts.

No woman has ever looked at him like that…

No woman has ever prowled upon him, it's usually the other way around. It won't take tremendous strength to kill this lovely little creature, but it will take a tremendous amount of willpower, a thing he used to have in abundance before he met her.

"Shy one. Did you set all these traps?" He asks and lowers his blade. The woman slinks back into a beam of moonlight, now standing on her own two feet. Her hips sway like in a dream, her red little tongue darts across the pale, bloodless lips.

"Who else if not me?"

Her voice is cool, cascading silk. It's calling him in like a siren song, forcing him to lower his dagger even more. She's dressed like an angel, in the purest white. A cruel joke from a vampire, or a desperate attempt to recall who she used to be when she was alive.

But her eyes are innocent – she's either the most cunning vampire he's ever met or then she's trapped, far more badly than him.

"You like to torture your victims?"

His question leaves the creature blinking. Then the curious eyes narrow to slits, the confused, hungry little mouth begins to pout.

"No. The traps are not meant for humans."

"No…? Why am I caught in one then?"

"Perhaps because you're clumsy."

She's cute when she's annoyed. Vampire charms or no, she lashes out so tactfully and elegantly that he cannot help but smile. What a proud, stubborn little creature… She's a sad, lonely little thing, just like he is. He would love to take her home as a pet.

His eyes must be softer when he smiles because it throws the vampire off guard. She takes a curious step towards him.

"If I set you free… will you leave me in peace?"

Her eyes are big and pleading now, free of any deceit, and he curses in his mind. If she's trying to allure him into another trap, it's working far too well.

"Ja," he tries to keep his voice even, "But if you try to drink from me–"

"I don't drink from humans."

"...Why not?"

There's no answer. But she takes another step, then another, then floats down to help him out of the huge trap meant for game. Her suspicious eyes dart to his blade every now and then until he decides to sheathe his weapon. The old hunters would deem him dead after this, but he can only concentrate on the woman before him. Her weak frame summons an immense amount of strength to open the trap.

The scent of blood must be like opium to her as the fresh wound on his leg becomes exposed. Her nostrils quiver and flare, her eyes flutter closed as she sighs softly. For that sweet, soft sound alone, he would open his veins for her himself.

"Fräulein… Are you alright?" He asks while bleeding profusely all over the ground. If she attacks him now, the culling would be well earned. No man should be this weak-willed.

"You… You smell good," she moans, her voice filled with so much longing that he can't take it anymore.

"Scheisse... Listen. One bite. Ja? You can have one bite and then I'll–"

Darkness and light envelop him all at once.

She dives forward like an eager lover, her body cold and frail and yet, so demanding when it hits him like the softest tide. He falls back, taking her with him, the vampire woman who is everything he ever wanted.

Her lips tremble on his neck for a while before she opens her mouth and sinks her tiny little teeth in. What else can he do but clutch her – in pleasure and in pain as she drinks and drinks and drinks until he's hard and groaning under her. The pain in his leg turns into full, ecstatic pangs of rushing blood, his ears are ringing with the song of it.

All he can feel is her. He can feel her relief and her hunger and the quick but quenching thirst, it makes him so happy his heart is about to burst.

The shy little lady is all but fearful now. She doesn't seem to care that his hands are roaming across her back and all over her waist. No: she hums and purrs with delight, attaches to him like she's in desperate need of a release too. She hasn't had a hearty drink in ages, then. He's glad to provide it for her: death is a small price to pay if he gets to hold her like this. If she kills him in these woods, it will be a good way to go.

"You don't… drink from humans, ja?"

He tries to laugh, but his voice comes out as a dry croak. The body above him goes tense like a bowstring.

"Don't be shy, kleine Engel," he rumbles when a pitiful sob disrupts the drinking. He only holds her closer: if these are his last minutes alive, he will spend them with this woman in his arms. The reassurance works, in a way: she draws breath so fast that the last gulp turns into a suck. It forces his whole body rigid; nothing has ever felt so good. But then she stops, and lets him go with an agonized, heartbroken look.

Vampires can't cry, that's what he was taught long ago in the academy. The demons of the night are to be hunted because they can never shed a tear for their sins. But this angelic creature, now warm and full and lush in his embrace, has tears streaming down her face.

"What did you call me?" She asks with a frail, thin voice. The white shadow above him is made of pure light as his senses begin to fail. He barely discerns that she looks more healthy, even more mesmerizing than before now that she has had her fill. He whispers his last words into the night air, just before losing consciousness.

"An angel…"

It's dawn when he wakes up without ever expecting to do so.

Someone has kept the beasts away during the dark, dangerous hours of the night. His wound is treated and his water can is full when he comes to. She has even brought her some bread and cheese on the forest floor. Stolen, no doubt, from some local homestead. The only evidence of him holding her in his arms last night are the two little punctures he finds on his neck. Small, neat and cute, just like her.

It doesn't help to know that vampires rarely leave their victims alive unless they wish to come back to them. It doesn't help to know that the reason for their return is usually the desire to turn the victim into a vampire – into a companion.

He should pursue and hunt her, but he's too weak. Or that's what he tells himself, at least. Deep down he knows he wouldn't do it even if he was in his prime.

After all, he could never kill an angel.

[neverniko101]

Krxkentale- Nightmare’s Gang

Canon Horror? Fanon Horror? What about both. On the same team. Ehehehehehehehehegegehhe-

To be clear I love them both equally and have nothing against anyone who likes/dislikes one or the other

Rambling below!! This will eventually be a comic I swear, just wanna finish current ones first :3

Horror

Fanon!Horror- The Bear

Original by Sour Apple Studio

- Worked for a multiversal agency that provided highly trained soldiers to act as mercenaries to whoever could pay, regardless of what they did. Horror was one of these soldiers, as he was indebted to the agency for rescuing he and his brother from his collapsing AU. This agency (too lazy to name it) was very shitty to those who worked for it, paying almost nothing and often making them fight for food to encourage violence and distrust. They wouldn’t want an uprising, after all…

- As these mercenaries were being hired by Nightmare’s enemies and proving to be quite annoying, he showed up and destroyed everything, killing, capturing, scattering, or recruiting all the soldiers. He offered Horror the opportunity to work for him as a guard and soldier, in exchange being treated as a noble with all the food he could want.

- Horror is large, gruff, and always hungry. Despite his rough nature, he tends to be the kindest of the gang and becomes very protective of the others as he gets to know them.

- The reason his AU collapsed was because the code itself was starving, drained of enough magic that it started digesting its own code, collapsing in on itself. Fun. Otherwise, it began as a normal Horror!tale AU.

- His brother worked at the kitchens of the agency and went missing during Nightmare’s attack. His whereabouts are unknown.

Dust

Murder!Sans- The Crow

Original by Ask-Dusttale

- A Mad scientist both in the terms that he is crazy and he is angry. Made a deal with the god of Death (Reaper) to permanently kill the human from his timeline despite their Determination, having Reaper personally come and drag them into hell. In exchange, Dust worked as Reaper’s minion/preist, carrying out his bidding to help maintain the order of life and death.

- Fascinated with the prospect of reanimation and dreams of bringing his Papyrus back to life. Reaper doesn’t like this, but finds Dust’s experiments interesting and therefore allows him to continue.

- ✨Potions✨

- Has a pet crow named Terrance that he uses to communicate with Reaper. We love Terrance.

- Reaper has been anxious about Nightmare’s activities and sends Dust to act as a spy, joining the gang and reporting back to Reaper.

Cross

Xtale!Sans- The Wolf

Original by Jakei

- From an ice-covered Xtale AU, the young Paladin is used as bait to capture and kill the demon X!Chara, failing as the spirit fully takes control of Cross’ body and escapes before the two can be sacrificed. Almost completely overtaken by the monster, Cross makes a desperate plea to the moon god to come save him, summoning Nightmare. NM restores Cross’ control, but refuses to remove X!Chara altogether, using that as leverage to make Cross work for him; he can’t spend too much time away from Nightmare without the demon overtaking his body.

- Originally a Paladin to the sun god (Dream, although neither know it) and is therefore resistant to Nightmare’s magic (hence why he can’t make magical deals and contracts like the others and has to be controlled in different ways).

- His sword, dubbed Fred, is imbued with magic and glows in the dark. It also boomeranged back to him when thrown, but he, uh…needs some more practice with that part.

- Red pupil gets larger the more control X!Chara takes, filling both eyes when in complete control.

Killer

Something New- The Cat

Original by Rafwabas

- After everyone in his AU was dead, Killer got bored. Very, very, very bored. Why not poke around the old lab he used to work at, then? He might find something neat. And he does- with the magic he’s accumulated, he’s able to fuel a portal machine that can transport him to other AUs. He quickly redevelops his interest in engineering, stealing parts from other AUs to build his machines…until he’s caught. And thrown in jail. And freed by Nightmare, in exchange for working for him.

- He is a cat. Will climb. Knock thing over. Sit wherever he wants.

- He isn’t a murderer in this AU, instead fusing with the human in a last-ditch effort to stop them from wiping out the entire underground. He was forced to stay behind as everyone else evacuated, though, as it was unknown if the procedure would work or if Killer would be safe to be around. Which, to be fair, he isn’t.

- All of his socks have cat paws on the bottom

Hatchet

Horror!Sans- The Fox

Original by Sour Apple Studios

- Horror sans #2 lmao

- Due to the loss of his eye and most (if not all) of his magic, Hatchet finds his strength in wielding weapons and building traps. He is fast, agile, and stealthy, though his time of starving had left him physically weak.

- Some of the monsters in the Underground went haywire and attempted to sacrifice Hatchet in some effort to gain more food, only to be stopped by, you guessed it, Nightmare. Hatchet agrees to come work for Nightmare as long as he kills Undyne and restores someone halfway decent to the throne, which he does. Other than that, the inhabitants of his AU can fend for themselves. Except for Papyrus. He’s coming with him.

- How does one person have so many weapons on their body. Where is he keeping them. Where did he get a six foot tall hammer. Why does he have fifteen knives-

- His brother works at the castle too! He picks out Hatchet’s shirts

Okay it’s 1 am I have to go sleep now bye

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Featuring: Yandere Swapfell Papyrus x reader

Trigger warning: kidnapping, yandere behavior, mentions of amputation, toxic relationship, one sided relationship, suicidal mentions, death threats.

Masterlist

The silence in his room killed you, you didn't remember when nor why you fell down into this hell, but something you knew was you'd be dead if he didn't have interest in you.

Cash. That was his name, a money hungry skeleton who you'd met after you got out of the ruins, god, you should've stayed with Asgore.

He couldn't explain what drew him to you, it was a feeling.. like he had met you in another life, another life where he couldn't keep you safe. Something made him forcefully take you, maybe the desire to have you, maybe he's just finally going crazy in this hell hole.

Whatever it was, he made sure to chain your leg to a pole on the small shelter of his shared house. That wasn't the smartest decision, because it didn't take much for his brother to notice Cash bringing food to the shelter and spending a lot of time there. Berry knew something was off, and when he saw a human, chained down in his shelter without him knowing angered him.

He confronted Cash, what the actual fuck? There's someone chained in his shelter and he didn't even know! Cash tries to explain, they have something different from other people! Please don't say anything to Alphys..

Berry doesn't understand, but he makes up his mind and when Cash isn't home, he calls Alphys, saying that he's captured a human and that monster kind will finally be free. When Cash arrives he sees both his brother and the lizard looking disappointed into the shelt.

She crouches down and grabs a small hair pin from the ground, looking up at Berry with an annoyed face.

"Damn it, they must've escaped!"

She growls while getting up and punches the wall, tightening her fist in fury.

"They Couldn't Have Run Far, They're Probably Still By Snowdin, Waterfall By Most.."

Her eyes light up after Berry's words, turning around almost immediately.

"You're right..! I must inform the rest of the guard!"

And with that she quickly runs off, leaving the two skeletons alone.

"..Bro what.."

"...Go Check Your Room Cash."

His soul skips a beat as he teleports inside, running up the stairs and getting his hand on his room door knob.

His eyes lay on the best image he could see at that moment, you sitting on his mattress, wearing one of his shirts, having one of your legs chained while eating a burrito.

"..Oh hey...Your brother makes good food.."

Berry knew that you were special to his brother, Cash has never been that happy in more than a decade, when they finally got out of the streets, and he promised himself that he'd do anything that could make his brother happy, even if it means lying to the captain of the royal guard and putting monster kind's freedom at hold for maybe years. He talked to you, saying that Cash is only trying to protect you from the rest of the monsters, from the Queen, who wants your soul and saying that if you leave, you're going to die. That was enough to make sure you stayed, not like you could anywhere with your leg chained.

He opens a big grin, running towards you and hugging your body like it is a teddy bear. There's something he's going to make sure. You won't leave him, he won't let the Queen take your life, at least not before taking his..

Cash needs you, he truly does love you! So please... Don't struggle nor try to get out... He doesn't want to be the one to cut off your leg..

[magmagicstyle]

Eternal Hearts: Bound by Love

“Reject me,” Draco said while looking directly at the redhead in front of him.

“Wh...what?” Ron said, totally confused, the start of the fond feeling of knowing his mate and probably being able to talk to him to have an agreement soon disappearing from his mind.

“Reject me, Weasley” The blonde repeated while his face was void of expression, the cold wall that hid his feelings was as strong as ever. 

In which Draco is an omega resigned to being alone forever, unable to find his soulmate since nobody would like to be with a former death eater and Ron is a short-tempered alpha that is willing to go against all odds to be with his soulmate. After all, he would love them no matter what, right?

It all started with a letter. A bloody letter that would change his whole life forever. Draco’s hands were shaking while he looked at the letter at the innocent age of eleven, he had just received his Hogwarts letter and now he was getting this letter which was the certainty that his future and his father’s dreams were ruined.  Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe his father wouldn’t be so angry at him. After all, it wasn’t like he chose to be this thing, he was born this way and there was no way that he could change it. Even if he wanted to. His mother would be thrilled, that was quite obvious. It was almost as if she knew before everything about his designation. After all, she always called him sweet nicknames and tried to teach him to act more delicate and almost like an angel that was walking on the earth. 

A few years ago he thought that it was dumb and that he wouldn’t need those kinds of lessons. Now, he was a bit grateful for it. To be honest, if Draco was going to be something, anything, he would be perfect. It wouldn’t matter if he was an alpha or omega, he was going to be perfect, ready to have a mate and satisfy them, in any form that was expected of him. That was something that he was always taught as a Malfoy. It doesn’t matter the thing you are, the career you chose, or the house you are into, what matters is that you make your best effort to be as perfect as possible. So, Draco was going to be perfect. 

That had been just a few months ago. His father wasn’t so mad about him being an omega, but he was quite worried. That was because he knew that the people he surrounded himself with wouldn’t treat him kindly and it was possible that they would try to take advantage of him being an omega. Still, he wouldn’t dare to make Draco feel less for being an omega. After all, even if he seemed like a cold and bitter man while being outside, Lucius loved his son dearly and couldn’t bear the thought of him getting hurt. This meant that the head of the Malfoy Family had to make a change in his attitude and start dealing with other people. At end of the day, he wouldn’t dare to keep working or being with people that could present a danger to his son, or people that would treat him like he was less of a human because of his secondary gender classification. He still found certain families annoying. Like the Weasleys.  But that wasn’t because of their love for muggles or anything like that. Not at all. His dislike came from the fact that even if Arthur Weasley had the chance of gaining more money and power with his knowledge about things that most wizards ignored, he didn’t use it. He shielded himself by calling his obsession a simple hobby and letting his family suffer in poverty. It didn’t matter that they acted like they didn’t care, he could see that their negligent actions were taking a toll on their children. The twins, for example, were incredibly smart (from what Draco had told him before) and they were hiding their talents because of the lack of money. One of their middle children -Percy?- was running to the arms of a stupid man hungry for power just because he felt like his family didn’t give him any way of growing… and the kid was totally right! 

Well, going back to what was important. This revelation of his own son also meant a big change in the way Lucius acted with Draco. It wasn’t totally bad, but he started to be more coddling, doing his best to show his son that even if he was an omega, he wasn’t less loved or less respected than him, that was an alpha. The thing that was a little bit awkward was that Lucius also started to treat Draco like he was more delicate and tried to make him wear more light colours -Draco and his mother drew the line as soon as Lucius suggested that the boy wear skirts or more colours like purple or blue, not that there wasn’t anything bad with that, but he didn’t like those colours, being used to a more monochromatic and dark scheme. Luckily, Lucius understood and without a doubt, he started to bring more delicate and a bit feminine clothes but maintained the colours that his son loved so much. The skirts were a pending discussion. 

Draco was just grateful that he would have another six years before getting the letter from his designated mate. After all, if his father was coddling now, he couldn’t imagine how he would act when Draco decided to fly away from the nest and live with his mate. Still, the blonde boy also hoped for the butterflies that would appear in his stomach as soon as he met his mate. It would be amazing, he would love every second of it.

[kage-567]

Sukugo fic recs [part 3]

Lay waste to all I thought I knew by Luluwoo

Gojo Satoru, the current wielder of the Six Eyes and the Limitless curse technique, had a secret. Born with a mark of unknown origin and meaning, Satoru's place in this world had, without his knowledge, long been decided by the Universe itself. When he comes face-to-face with the one who bears the same, exact mark, he is once more caught up in the crossfire between the fate of the world, and the fate of his heart. ********** Ryoumen Sukuna, the King of Curses and the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer in History. His reincarnation into the modern world should have spelled the beginning of his new reign of terror. Instead, it spells the beginning of the end for the life he had once known. A blue-eyed menace and a prophecy from a thousand years ago forces the King of Curses to make a decision : A life of endless bloodshed and the thrill of the kill, Or the chance to love Gojo Satoru.

4 Times Gojo ("Accidentally") Kisses Sukuna (To Shut Him Up) And The 1 Time Sukuna Wasn't Having It by YunaYamiMouto

Ever since he ingested the first of Sukuna's Fingers, the King of Curses had these special days when he was simply insufferable. And no matter what Yuuji or his friends did, more often than not, they couldn't get him to buzz off. The first time Gojo-sensei hears wind of this and gets involved, though, they learn that the Strongest Sorcerer has a simple trick to keep Sukuna in check on his annoying days.

Divine Beings by rainbow333

After the events of Shinjuku Showdown, Ryomen Sukuna is seperated and transformed into his original human body and taken prisoner by Satoru Gojo, who had miraculously survived what seemed like certain death. Expecting the usual torture methods of teeth and fingernail removal, Sukuna came to realise Gojo had something far more agonizing in mind. Being forced to adjust to this dreadful modern world and help him search for something that could change Jujutsu Society for good.

What The Heart Wants by Asahel

If anything life had taught him, it was to be patient and Sukuna can be as patient as he needs to be. And waiting for the opportunity to arise…he'll have the Six Eyes for himself. He always gets what he wants in the end.

The Only Path that Matters, is the One that leads Me to You by Luluwoo

Sukuna fears nothing. As the King of Curses, a God among the mortals, he is at the top of the food chain and lives accordingly : When he is hungry, he eats. When he is tired, he rests. When he wants to kill, he slaughters. The world bows to him and no force exists that could challenge his might. Though, with the position of power he holds, there are few things that are able to offer him sufficient entertainment. Let alone anything that captures his attention for more than moments at a time. At least, that is the case until he decides to venture down the road less travelled and meets a beautiful stranger. One with eyes made of gemstones, and a voice made of memories. Bewitching. New. Interesting. A treasure.

How long is Forever? by Luluwoo

Being sealed in the Prison Realm was, unfortunately, nothing new for Gojo Satoru. What was new, however, was being sealed in the Prison Realm with someone else. Someone who he had never envisioned spending any amount of time with. Outside of the time it would take to fight them to the death, of course. But, when trapped in a world that no longer made sense and experiencing feelings he thought he'd buried long ago, his cellmate might end up being the only thing that keeps Gojo from going insane.

I Live More in Your arms by Luluwoo

"To find the way back home, you must first find each other." ••••••••• When what should have been a simple mission goes awry, the balance of the world shifts, Infinity breaks apart, and Gojo and Sukuna are magically transported to an alternate universe. A place lost in time, controlled by a Deity that is more familiar, and dangerous, than they could ever imagine. While trapped in this strange world with unknown rules and laws, tensions rise as the pair are forced into situations that end up bonding them in the most unexpected of ways. Love and Hate are two sides of the same coin and that fact has never been more true than with these two. Their fates are tied together now. For better or for worse. This is something they will both come to realise…but at what cost?

I (We) Alone, the Honored One(s) by kat_4

The story I've always wanted to tell.

Obsession by EvolvingCatFish

When Gojo jolted awake, the memories of the airport had long been erased from his mind. What was left in its place was a splitting migraine and enough pain that could last a normal person a lifetime. But Gojo wasn’t normal. Or alive. He was supposed to be dead. (continuation of jjk ch 236)

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

For the 🍂Over The Garden Wall AU, over half of the vote went to The Beast Platonic Yans! Now, for the Beast Platonic Yans, we have a few characters who fit the beastly, feral, and/or fluffy side of this character type. But first things first: What is The Beast from Over The Garden Wall?

The Beast was a being that haunted the Unknown, making lost souls into edelwood trees, following after the protagonists, and has a lantern known as the Dark Lantern that it needs to stay lit at all times, doing so by being fed edelwood oil. The Beast seems to represent a few things, ranging from a demon to an allegory of passive suicide to Death itself... it is something shrouded in shadow, hardly seen or heard, and to survive it is a miracle.

For my AU, the Beast Platonic Yans are something like a spirit/lord/deity over Winter, cold, and hunger... they are hungry beings, who for this, are not entirely made up of edelwood, but are a mix of man, edelwood, and animal, making them a haunting image. They can shift between their more monstrous form, or their more human form, but their eyes, if caught in moonlight, will glow with the ghostly shades of blue and white and yellow and red, in a hypnotic display that those who survive consider impossible to look away from...

Now, what about the characters who can fall into this category? Some of the characters who qualify (or fit better) for this are Logan/Wolverine, Victor/Sabretooth, and possibly Hank/Beast... they all have more animalistic qualities, strength, and some form of wit/cunning... Hank/Beast could also fit the Witch, due to how he is a scientist, and that could easily become something like alchemy or healing for this AU... Logan/Wolverine and Victor/Sabretooth could also fall into Woodsman as well, being a keeper of a lantern and bearing a great burden...

For the type of bby they'd have, imagine someone who is a mix of Wirt and Greg, someone who is old enough to understand the danger and looming threats around them, but enough childish wonder and faith in good that they hope for the best... someone who balances between joy and despair, teetering on the edge of life and death, who somehow... survives, the Unknown. Nothing thrown at them stops them, no betrayal or pain or fatigue keeps them down, and the easy way out and comfort are ignored or passed by in favor of finding a way home... it intrigues the Beast Platonic Yans...

Someone that persistent survived their woods? Defies death and sorrow? Embraces the cold and turns from warmth, all to find even a shred of a clue to a way home? It is... perplexing. Annoying at first, but... imagine having that sort of person as their next edelwood. The oil from their tree would certainly burn the brightest... so they keep enticing the reader, trying to worm into them sadness and terror and despair... but still, nothing works... and after so long being invested in this little mortal, they reach a conclusion... they don't want them dead...

If anything, they now want to preserve that tiny spark of life in them... easier said than done. They know humans tend to die easily, and any enemies of theirs would gladly kill their bby just to satisfy a grudge... or a cult or witch would sacrifice their bby, in hopes of appeasing them or some other entity of the Unknown... or their bby actually makes it home, and out of their grasp... But... there is always a way to keep their bby near them, reliant on them... their bby could simply become one of them. Another Beast, albeit a sapling, a pup/cub, who would have to be kept close to them, where they can make sure their soul stays in their lantern and stays lit (they wouldn't dare risk their bby having their own lantern and trying to starve themself)... It would take the help of their Witch friends and allies, but, it would all be worth it...

How could they let their smallest bit of light go? The woods are cold and dark and deep, and having someone so soft, so warm,, so sweet, as a friend/child... it doesn't seem bad to them in the least. They would have to make sure their bby would get enough nutrients during the process, possibly using some roots (possibly theirs) to feed their bby's body while they rest during the transformation period. And it will be okay, in their opinion... they won't let anyone hurt their bby, and once their bby wakes up... they have a new life to share with them, now that they've ended their old one... they will be careful, caring... their bby will need their help, after all, after the transformation is complete...

[localspacelesbian]

wrt the bedtime story; I would like something with a kitty cat please 😺

ok I've never actually written a bedtime story before, so bear with me

Once upon a time... (that's usually how these things start, right?)

There was a small kitty cat. She had white fur and blue eyes. She was wandering through the woods alone when she came across a fox.

"You're not from around here," The fox said.

"How can you tell?" She asked.

"You look like one of those city cats."

"I've never been to the city before."

"Where are you from then?"

"I was living in a cave with my grumpy old uncle, but I ran away because I wanted to see the world. I don't think he even noticed I left."

"Where are you going?"

"Wherever I want."

"Well, you should know it's dangerous to wander around these woods alone."

"You're alone," She pointed out.

"Danger doesn't bother me," The fox said.

"Well, it doesn't bother me either," The cat said. You see, the fox didn't know it, but she wasn't an ordinary cat. She was a magic cat. And though she didn't quite know how to use her magic yet, she was confident that she could defend herself if she had to.

"Maybe we should travel together," The fox suggested.

"Where are you going?" The cat asked.

"Wherever I want," The fox said with a grin.

The cat smiled back, and together they walked through the woods.

"Where are you from?" The cat asked as they walked.

"Oh, here and there," The fox said. "I never stay in one place long."

"Why not?"

"People get tired of me."

"I'm not going to get tired of you."

"You just met me."

"I'm a good judge of character."

The fox gave her a disbelieving look but didn't comment.

They fell silent for a bit, but the cat didn't like silence, so she broke it after a few minutes. "Do you know anything about humans?"

"I generally try to stay away from them," The fox said. "They usually only come into the woods to kill." He looked at her. "You'd probably be safe, though."

"What makes you say that?"

"Like I said, you look like a city cat. Some humans lose their minds over cats like you. They take them in and feed them, give them an easy life. Just because they think you're cute."

The cat thought about this for a moment. "That sounds kind of nice, but I think I would get bored."

"I think I have a human out there somewhere."

The fox didn't say anything.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't really remember him, but I can feel it. My uncle mentioned him, but he didn't say much. He never really explains anything."

"Are you going to go looking for him?"

"Maybe one day."

"You're not in any hurry?"

"I have a feeling I don't need to be."

The fox gave her a curious look, but again, didn't comment.

"Do you have a family?"

"You talk a lot, don't you?"

"It's nice to finally have someone to talk to."

"Oh."

"So do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Have a family?"

The fox sighed. "Not really, no. I've been a lone for a long time, too."

"Well now we can be alone together."

"I suppose that doesn't sound so bad."

They continued for a while longer until they decided they were hungry. The cat struggled with staying quiet while they hunted. She kept scaring away their prey, and she could tell her companion was getting increasingly annoyed with her.

"Most cats I've met are better at being sneaky than this," The fox said.

"I've never had to hunt for myself before." Her uncle had always brought home enough food for both of them.

The fox stopped, and she stopped as well, following his eyes to a bird in a nearby tree. "Just stay here," He said before quietly making his way around the tree to the other side.

The cat frowned, but did as she was asked.

She waited, but the fox must be really sneaky because she didn't see him at all.

Suddenly, the bird was startled and started to fly away.

The cat jumped up to try and catch it before it could get away, but it was just out of reach.

Of her paws anyway.

Fire came from the cat's mouth, and the bird dropped to the ground, burnt to a crisp.

The fox came back around the tree and looked at her with wide eyes. "I've never seen a cat do that before."

"Sorry?" She apologized awkwardly.

"No, that was amazing." He moved closer to the charred bird and sniffed. "I've never had my meat cooked before. Feels so... human."

"You've been eating it raw?" She asked, baffled and a little horrified by the concept.

He looked at her curiously. "Can your uncle do that too, then? With the fire?"

She just nodded. He was much better at all sorts of magic than she was.

After dinner, they began to feel sleepy, so they started looking for a place to rest for the night.

Eventually, they came upon a lake and both went to drink from it.

A face suddenly appeared in the water, startling the two companions.

"You can see that too, right?" The fox asked.

The cat nodded and then cocked her head to the side, looking down at the lady in the lake curiously. "Who are you?" She asked.

The Lady smiled. "My name is Freya. I've been hoping to meet you at some point, but I must admit, even I didn't expect you'd be so... furry. when I did."

"How do you know who I am?"

"Well, I suppose you could say we're family."

"You don't look like a cat."

"Ordinarily, neither do you."

"I think this lady's crazy," The fox whispered loudly to the cat.

Freya laughed lightly. "Perhap, friend of Aithusa."

"Who's that?" The cat asked. The name felt familiar, but she couldn't place it.

Freya suddenly looked concerned. "Oh dear, you really don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"You're Aithusa. That's your name."

"Oh." Now that she said it, it did sound right. "I didn't know I had a name."

"My husband gave it to you, the day he hatched you from your egg," Freya told her.

"Cats don't come from eggs," The fox said.

"No," Freya agreed. "But dragons do."

"I'm not a dragon," The cat said.

"You did breathe fire earlier," The fox reminded her.

"Come into the water," Freya said. "I'll show you."

The fox shook his head. "That sounds like a trick. And everyone knows cats hate water."

Aithusa wasn't so sure that it was a trick. But she also wasn't sure she wanted to see what Freya had to show her. "What will happen to me?" She asked.

"The magic of the lake will reveal your true form."

"I won't be a cat anymore?"

"You won't be a cat anymore."

Aithusa thought about this for a moment. She looked at her new friend. "I think I like being a cat," She decided.

"You don't want to be able to fly?" Freya asked.

"What's so special about flying?" She asked. "Birds can fly. It doesn't stop me from eating them."

"Very well," Freya said. "If you ever change your mind, you'll always be able to find me here. For now, you two can sleep here tonight. I'll keep you both safe. Just don't drink the water of the lake, or the enchantment that is keeping you in this form will be broken."

"Can I drink the water?" The fox asked.

"I don't sense any magic on you, so yes, it should be perfectly safe. Good night, Aithusa and friend of Aithusa."

The fox stepped forward to drink from the lake. When the ripples went through the image of Freya's face, it faded, and she was gone.

"Do you have a name?" Aithusa asked the fox as they walked along the shore to find a spot to sleep. It hadn't even occurred to her to ask before, but now that she knew her own, it felt weird to not know his.

He paused. "You can call me Franklin."

"Did you just make that up right now?" She asked.

"Yes," He admitted, looking at her. "No one's ever asked me before."

She smiled. "Well, I like it. Franklin the Fox."

He smiled back and nodded at her. "Thank you, Aithusa the Dragon-Cat."

They found a soft spot in the grass and curled up together.

And maybe it was the magic of the lake, maybe it was sheer exhaustion from the busy day, or maybe it was simply the comfort of a friend, but whatever the reason, they both fell asleep quickly as the sun set over the water.

[shoggoth-the-bitch]

Opening with Nikola immediately, I see. Why do this? Oh god.

"Needs to be near us." Breekon and Hope need the coffin near? That's interesting. Also worrying that the coffin is there at all.

Nikola makes me uncomfortable. I kinda love them... They've said "Can I call you Elias?" twice now. I'm not convinced they entirely know what's going on.

Did Jon just try to say "Fuck you?" I'm smiling way too much from this episode already.

Oh god, are they gonna- oh god, they are gonna skin him.

"Can I call you Elias?" Number three.

"Do you have a preferred brand of lotion." Oh my god. This should not be making me laugh so much.

Wait, is this the episode? It is! This where the animatic came from that got me into the show to begin with! Yes!

This one!

Jon, why do you sound more annoyed then you do afraid of this man saying he's gonna kill you? I guess when so many people are saying the exact same threat, it stops being scary after a while.

Okay, Michael or I suppose the Spiral is lies and deception. He has nothing to do with the Unknowing but he wants it to fail. Jon, fuck why he's here, ask what the Unknowing is. He doesn't want the Circus or the Archive to win?

Okay, I think I get it.

Theory before it's all said: Michael was Gertrude's assistant, he some how got taken by the Spiral, and the part of him that is still Michael resents the Archive he what happened to him. The Spiral doesn't want to be Michael anymore because it has made it's nature complicated but I suspect it can't get rid of him, for whatever reason. Okay, starting the video again.

Sure, Michael, give up a statement. I'm sure this will be very coherent and not at all filled with me going "WTF?!" constantly.

Michael Shelly... Oh, Michael here implying Gertrude is deceptive, that's interesting... what? She FEED him to the Spiral? Oh... Michael really cared about Gertrude and she used him for this.

"Is a thing evil when it simply obeys it's own nature?" That is an interesting question. A polar bear isn't evil just because it willing to hunt humans, it's just hungry. And near as I can tell, the Spiral and all these other entities, they also are just hungry in their own ways. So, maybe they aren't evil. Though that certainly doesn't make them good.

"He believed everything she told him..." Alright, me and Gertrude aren't friends anymore. But what is the Becoming, exactly?

"Okay." Jon is just giving up? I mean, I know he lives because there's like 200 episodes but...

What do you mean "It's loc-

Uh... is Michael dead? Oh, hi Helen... Yeah, I guess Michael is dead? If it could kill Michael whenever it wanted, why didn't it before? Or did it need someone to replace him? Which I guess it what Helen is for?

You're options are the door or being skinned, my guy. Make good choices.

Wait, is the Spiral cool? It's just... taking Jon home? That's pretty chill of it, given the Archive's history with it but alright.

Okay, hold up. It's entirely possibly I'm reading this all wrong but were these entities at some point just kinda vibing and Gertrude decided they all needed to be destroyed? Because that's what it sounds like to me. Like, I don't know what the Becoming is yet but it sounds like the Spiral was attempting to transition from being a thing that could never be into something that was and perhaps could even be defined. At it's very core, it sounds like these things simply wish to exist but they're so volatile that it's difficult to do so. Gertrude even wanted to destroy the Archive, the focal point of the Eye. Even though, as far as I can tell, it's only interest is to collect knowledge.

So did she just decide to go rogue and destroy all these monsters and that's why they're mobilizing like they are?

[angel-inked]

What happens when you find them asleep?

You come home and call out to your significant other to alert them to your presence but get no answer 🤔

Had the idea for this at like 2-something AM lol

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Muscle boi

"Bebe, I'm home!". No response, that's odd. Tommy just about always greets you like a loyal dog when you get home, quite literally like a dog, because then it turns into him wanting nothing but your attention. That's where you're different, Tommy usually silently stares at someone with an annoyed glare until they leave him alone, but for you? He's basically a sweet saint bernard who still thinks he's a lap puppy.

What worries you is you know he's home, cause otherwise the door wouldn't have been unlocked. You start cautiously making your way around the house, not exactly eager to poke your head around corners, as the last time this happened, Tommy came up behind you and scared you shitless! "Come on! I was just playin' with you!" You recalled his voice that day, as he was laughing his ass off.

Finally, you found yourself in the living room. Hearing some kind of light thunderstorm ambiance playing, the kind Tommy likes to listen to when he's trying to calmly fall asleep. That explains why he didn't greet you at the door. You moved toward the couch, leaning your elbows on the back of it.

Sure enough, Tommy was sleeping and peacefully for once! It wasn't uncommon for him to wake up in a panic in the middle of the night only to refuse to tell you what's wrong when you calm him down. Cypress, your tabby and white ragdoll, mewed up at you from her spot, curled up against and being kept nice and warm by Tommy's stomach, her head and paw resting on his side.

You smirked to yourself seeing Tommy had the stuffed Valentine's bear you gave him locked in a death grip, clinging to it like his life depended on it. Maybe something to hold on to was all he needed to fall asleep and actually stay asleep, as cute as the sight before you was you couldn't help but snicker to yourself as you remembered Tommy asking you what he, an MMA fighter, was supposed to do with a child's toy.

"So much for the stupid bear".

The chaotic duo!

You groaned tiredly as you walked into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend and his partner, "Eddie? V? you guys in here?" You called. The TV was on, and a certain symbiote was clicking through the channels, "ya know for literally being an alien from another planet, you sure do like sitcoms" you giggled, walking up to the couch and sitting on the arm rest.

Glancing down, you saw Eddie fast asleep, lips slightly parted as soft snores escaped the back of his throat. "How long as he been like this?" You asked, looking back up at the black mass that was attached to Eddie at the shoulder. "Two hours," Vemon's voice rumbled, "Puny human is always tired". "Hey! Who the hell saved you from becoming another failed lab experiment?" You scolded. Vemon looked down at Eddie, almost shamefully.

It wasn't uncommon for you to scold the symbiote as if you were scolding a child, Eddie looked terrified the first time you did. Vemon, however, just hid inside of Eddie and refused to come back out, that's when Eddie's expression turned to amazement, "I never would've believed Vemon could be scolded without someone losing their head if I hadn't seen it for myself!".

"Big scary alien my ass! Eddie's self-esteem is already low enough without adding your mockery to the mix". You didn't care about Vemon's ungodly amount of teeth, and you certainly weren't afraid of them. Eddie and Vemon occasionally acted of one mind, but when they didn't... "Sorry" Vemon mumbled. "Alright," you sighed, patting Vemon on the head, and held a snickers out to the alien from your pocket, knowing how hangry the symbiote could be.

"You're not you when you're hungry".

Camden's King

After what you and your husband called work, you discovered what you thought was Alfie relaxing in the parlor after a long day. What you actually discovered was Alfie Solomons asleep on the couch, still clutching a glass of bourbon.

You glance down at Cyril, who was laying his head atop Alfie's crossed feet. Cyril perked his ears up and let out a small whine as you looked at him. "Yep, there's the big bad gang leader everyone's afraid of" you hummed to yourself, a smirk resting lazily on your face. Gently freeing the glass from Alfie's grip, you opted to down the rest of the liquor yourself, waste not want not.

"Not bad, good taste Mr. Solomons" you thought, setting the glass on the coffee table. Carefully draping a blanket over his sleeping form, a groan emerged from the back of his throat as he slightly adjusted himself. The groan was a satisfied sound, he was comfortable "goodnight Alfie" you whispered, brushing a few strands of redish brown hair back from his face.

"Yea, it is with you 'ere" he mumbled, slipping more and more into slumber. You smiled. It feels good to finally feel needed. Life in Camden will certainly be quieter without my brothers trailing after me, good riddance, I say!

Sweet dreams highflyer..

A small cottage in the English countryside, a garden with a white picket fence around it, what more could you ask for? Your beloved. Since yesterday, Farrier's aviator's hat has been hanging on the coat rack by the door. You had heard word from Collins that Farrier had been captured by the Gremen, which is why you were rendered speechless when he showed up on the doorstep with a boutique of wildflowers in hand.

"The garden looks lovely" he said after you stared at him blankly for a moment, as if unsure what you were staring at was even real. He doesn't seem too keen to explain what happened, Farrier never was one for what he considered idle chatter, for he spoke with purpose only. He'll come around at his own pace, he always does.

The lady at the shop expressed her apologies for your love becoming a victim of the war. It seems you're the only one who knows Farrier came home. Well, except for Collins, probably. Once you were home with your shopping, you called out to him, "Farrier?". Nothing, walking into the living room, you found him.

Catching up on sleep, something you're sure he hasn't done much of for some time. You smiled while gazing at his sleeping figure, messy brown hair, loose-fitting clothes, and Confetti, the black and white border collie, loyally guarding his side as he slept. "Good girl," you grinned, rubbing her head. Farrier called her Confetti after you gave her to him for his birthday. You gently lay a light blanket over him and kiss his forehead,

"Sweet dreams highflyer."

Criminal.

Criminal. One of the many things your family called him, did you care? Hell no! You ran with Forrest and his brothers as teenagers and had no plans on stopping now. "Howdy!" Howard smiled with a tip of his hat, holding the screen door as you walked in and walked out after you gave him a smile.

You wondered through the station to the middle brother's office, nodding to Maggie as you passed through the barroom. Coming to a stop in front of his office door, you gave it a little knock. No answer. You push the door open to poke your head in, seeing Forrest in his desk chair.

His head flopped over to the side, and the steady raising and falling of his chest confirmed your suspicions that he was sleeping. Keeping Howard and Jack in line could prove to be quite a tiring task. A smile lined your lips as a groan emerged from the back of his throat as you ran your hand through his hair.

"Forrest," you said quietly, gently prodding him to wake up. He was definite for a moment, scrunching up his features and lightly pushing your hand away from his arm. Finally, he relented. Opening his eyes halfway to look up at you.

"Let's get you to bed, shall we? Your neck and back will thank me later."

[dark-elf-writes]

I submitted something similar to Ray for the team uzumaki au but now I’m hopping it was eaten by tumblr just so there isn’t a weird cross post double thing. BUT we’re talking foxy naruto so-

According to some people’s stories, foxes have been known to leave gifts for people much like crows (the sources are first hand accounts so idk if this is true or an accurate reflection of fox mannerisms). So I’m just picturing Naruto leaving pretty rocks, animal bones, buttons, weapons, etc for his team. But since it’s Naruto of course it’s not normal versions of those things. So the “shiny rocks” are probably literal crystals and diamonds that he somehow just finds (and normal ones too cuz that’s adorable ), the “animal bones” could include giant ass teeth that are big enough to be made into daggers/swords, the buttons could be like golden cuff links he nicked from on a mission, and the weapons could be anything from old ninja wire he found in a bush to like a legendary blade he found washed up on the shore (Uzushiogakure vibes who?).

As another foxy Naruto thing, I firmly believe he would have an inexplicable urge to feed his team all the time, but not just ramen or their personal favorite foods. He wants to give them food that’s part of a foxes diet. One day he just finds himself foraging for berries and hunting for fresh meat. But since he’s a whole lot bigger and more capable than a regular fox at hunting, his prey is a bit…larger than you’d expect. Later that day, he straight up drops a field dressed bear or something at team 7’s feet look Proud (tm) cuz oh yeah he is so good at keeping his teammates feed and kakashi (who I always head cannon as being both wolfy and entirely incapable of being truly surprised) is like thanks brat you mind if my ninken have some?

Tumblr do be eating things. But they would still be different enough even if Tumblr didn’t eat it.

Akkskshsb at first none of them (well two do them really) have no idea where all the little gifts are coming from. Sakura finds flowers and crystals and kunai lined up on her window sill every morning like clockwork. She pretends to be annoyed by it but she has the first flower, the first gift, pressed and preserved. Sasuke gets more weapons than anything else, but occasionally he’ll get a cool rock. His favorite that he will never admit is a red stone with black marks. It sits by his bed and makes him feel a little less alone.

Kakashi knows. Naruto isn’t the first Uzumaki he’s known. Not the first fox hissed in human skin. Kushina was the same way. The first gift, fresh meat on his counter, one large piece and several smaller ones cut for the ninken, isn’t so much of a surprise as it is a gut punch. A memory. It takes some getting used to, seeing them again. Being claimed. He’s not a kit anymore. Not Kushina’s grumpy little wolf cub, but her son has claimed him all the same.

(The meat tastes like guilt and, perhaps cruelly, hope)

I can see the providing thing being really prevalent when they’re out of the village on missions. Like the first night on their trip to wave Naruto just plonks down a fresh kill with a sharp smile and eyes glinting in the low light and Kakashi has to step in before one of the others could say something to discourage this. They always eat well when they’re out as a team.

(Naruto remembers what it’s like to be hungry. He’ll make sure his people don’t have to feel the same.)

[trickstarbrave]

ACTUALLY WHILE I AM HERE...

this is a wip i never finished of baldur, my nb/trans masc dragonborn in an au where he joined the companions. because werewolves are hot. okay.

i do need to finish this but yknow. nerevar brainrot. you know how it is.

but here is what i got so far :v might even post the one with him and alduin in his main story LMAOOO

warning because i think i mention SA in this story. baldur has a lot of trauma. but i dont think this one was as heavy as the main au which goes into more detail. mostly horny werewolf shenanigans.

Baldur had been in the Companions for some time now. He was the newest member, and for a while, that made him the easy to bully underling until he climbed up the ranks and proved his ability. Until he joined the inner circle that is, and quickly fell back down to being treated like a pup after he got his lycanthrope. 

The worst part was his new wolf instincts kind of liked it. 

Before, Baldur despised being looked down upon, being condescended to, and being pushed around. It almost always came with bigotry and harassment after all, people ridiculing him and nitpicking everything he did. 

But here, he knew they didn’t have any malice. Shortly after he first joined, several newer members were dismissed because they were trying to harass him. And if they truly didn’t like him, the inner circle would have just killed him after he uncovered their secret. It would have been easy, after all, for Farkas to just rip him to pieces and say the Silver Hand killed him on that mission so long ago.

Which meant that, while annoying, they were genuine attempts to teach him or just keeping him in the pack order. Vilkas regularly corrected his form, reminding him he was a warrior now, not a scrappy boy who had to learn to defend himself. Aela often took him hunting and then criticized him for making too much noise, but showed him carefully how to fix it. And outside of that, they often shoulder checked him around Jorvaskr just because they could, if they weren’t messing up his hair or pulling him in headlocks.

The behavior should annoy him more than anything. It did still annoy him a little, but instead of that being the main feeling, it was his wolf instincts eager to come out with excitement and delight at the recognition.

Baldur thought, after he became harbinger and everything, it would come to a stop. Sure his wolf half was disappointed at the prospect, but his human half still didn’t like how comfortable he was getting with people being touchy-feely around him. He wanted to hate their touches and comments, and be mostly alone like he always was.

Of course, like most things, he wouldn’t get what he wished. If anything the remaining werewolves paid more attention to him, even lifting him up in big bear hugs when he’d come back from missions. Sure he was a little shorter than Aela even, but why was she still calling him pup and picking him up too?!

It was starting to make him feel… Weird. That’s all he could describe it as. Just plain weird. Maybe his wolf half was happy at the recognition, but there was a mix of other things in the emotion stew bubbling inside him he didn’t have names for. Instead he always found himself squirming around in their hold trying to get away like a pissed off cat before the emotions bubbled over, something that then made him embarrassed later.

Not to mention, he was starting to feel feverish. He shouldn’t be sick—lycanthropes we’re immune to all other diseases. Yet here he was, feeling sluggish and warm, not to mention sweaty and gross.

Whatever. He’d take a few days off and laze around Jorrvaskr hoping it went away. It was probably overwork and exhaustion—divine’s know he can’t get a good night’s sleep with the beast blood.

—

He was on day three of issuing out missions and mostly resting when Vilkas approached him.

“Harbinger.” 

“Hm?” Baldur looked up from the meat he was currently scarfing down. Why was he so fucking hungry lately? “What is it?” Most of the other companions were either out of the hall or not paying any attention.

“The others of the circle want to have a meeting.” He said with a smile. “Nothing too serious.”

“Ah,” Right, it had been a while. Maybe it was to discuss a new member joining, or something else. But if it was casual, it was probably just going to be some light discussion in privacy. “I’ll be there tonight then.”

Vilkas’ eyes softened slightly, before he gave a pat to his shoulder. “I’ll see you there then.” Just as Baldur was going to take another bite, Vilkas slid his hand up his shoulder, past Baldur’s hair to stroke his neck lightly. Instantly Baldur tensed and shivered, a complex mess of emotions soon following in waves before he felt hot again. His hand trembled slightly as he felt his face heating up. As soon as Vilkas walked away, Baldur was up and stomping downstairs, face beet red and eyebrows furrowed, one hand covering his mouth.

What was wrong with him?!

Down in the harbinger’s bedroom his breathing was heavy, and all of his clothes felt too warm. He locked the door and stripped, the flush now moving to his ears and chest as the sensation of Vilkas stroking his shoulder and neck replayed over and over in his head. As soon as he got to his underwear, discarding them as well, he gasped.

He was fucking wet. 

By Dibella he was fucking soaked.

Baldur covered his mouth in shock, fingers confirming that yes, he was super fucking wet. Not to mention he felt so fucking sensitive, jolting every time his fingers brushed against his clit.

What the fuck?! Not only did Baldur usually not get aroused by other people—too much trauma from years of abuse—if he did get aroused it wasn’t very strong. When he decided to blow off steam by masturbating, it took him quite a while to actual work himself up and orgasm. Not to mention, Vilkas hadn’t fucking done anything. He touched his shoulder and the back of his neck a little, the small patch of skin above his collar and usually hidden under his hair in just a light, almost teasing brush—

“Ah~” He slid two fingers inside himself quickly just imagining it. How would those large hands feel on other parts of his body, running down his torso or up his thighs? The familiar scent of his packmate seemed to cling in the air and on his skin, and his legs trembled at the thought. The urge to run out of the room and bury his face in the larger werewolf’s bed was strong, and inhaling his scent completely would probably be enough to make him cum instantly.

Fuck—what was wrong with him?! Why was he touching himself like this to the thought of Vilkas?! Sure his packmate had been nice to him—that was part of the deal, a requirement to be a cohesive unit both as companions and a werewolf pack. They were all nice and decent people who showed him not everyone would look at him with malice and disgust for his body and gender.

But a lack of disgust did not imply attraction. He was terrified of getting ahead of himself, of mistaking comradery and simple courtesy for friendship or even attraction. He was a loner at heart, since he was young, even if his wolf blood liked the safety of a pack. That’s all he was—a leader with some respect, a guildmate, and a packmate. He didn’t want to expect there to be anymore, not when he knew what might happen if he did.

Except that wasn’t stopping the other part of him from going wild, now slumped over the bed, whining as quietly as possible as his fingers rubbed back and forth against his clit.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” He mumbled into the fabric. He was only getting wetter somehow, slick dripping down his thighs. Drool began to soak into the wool blanket as he bit into it, moaning softly. 

Baldur felt so empty all of a sudden, and not in the typical empty feeling in his chest. No, instead he became painfully aware there wasn’t a cock inside him right now, filling him up completely. His body ached for something in him— a cock, another wolf’s fingers, anything to make him feel nice and full. 

“Ahnngh…” He bit his lip, changing the angle of his arm and hand to instead move behind him, pumping his fingers in and out of himself. It wasn’t enough though, he wanted more. More more more~! Something big filling him up. Someone behind him, holding him down, pushing their body weight on him as he took it. Usually those sort of things scared him, but right now he was turned on so badly he thought he might die if he didn’t cum right now!

—

Suffice to say, it was two hours by the time Baldur was finished after multiple orgasms, and it took another hour for him to calm down enough to get dressed and get a tub of water to bathe. 

He really didn’t want to go to the meeting now in the underforge. How was Baldur supposed to look Vilkas in the eye? The shorter man had been jacking off to the thought of him for an obscene amount of time. But it would be equally as humiliating to make up an excuse why he couldn’t come. Not like he could feign illness when his packmates all knew that was impossible.

It was late at night when he went out into the underforge, sighing. The others were there already, and all eyes met him the second he entered through the secret door.

It felt like they were looking at prey. He swallowed roughly as a buzzing feeling ran through him. 

“There you are, Harbinger.” Vilkas smiled the same way he did in the hall. “Come.” Vilkas walked to lead him over to the stone table the other two were around, sliding his hand down Baldur’s back.

Baldur shuddered as his body felt hot again, covering his mouth. Focus—not right fucking now body! He couldn’t act weird here, Divines know he didn’t want the other companions thinking he was an uncontrollable pervert.

“What are we here to discuss?” Instead he tried to sound stoic, if not a little formal. He didn’t want them to know anything was up with him, and if they questioned his blush, he’d just say his wolf blood was acting up and making him feel ill—that he probably just needed a few good hunts and he’d be all better. 

Looking at the table though, there was nothing on it. No papers, no maps. Weird. Why focus on the table if nothing was on it?

“Well,” Vilkas began, before Aela gave him a light shove as he turned his back to it, stumbling back until he was practically sitting on the stone.

“You.” Aela finished, a playful grin on her face.

“What?” Baldur’s eyebrows furrowed, but since he was cornered he couldn’t easily get off the table. “What about me?”

“How clueless do you think we are?” Vilkas stepped closer first. He was always better with words, which made the whole thing seem… Planned. His hand slid to Baldur’s knee, running slow circles on the inner portion, slowly creeping its way up his thigh. Baldur wasn’t sure if he wanted to open his legs more or slam them shut from the pure heat coursing through him. “We’ve been able to smell you the past couple of days.”

“Smell?” He gave him a strange look, before Aela climbed up on the table on her knees, running her hand along his lower stomach. Baldur nearly keened from the feeling, his legs trembling.

“Oh, you don’t know?” Aela asked as she slowly slid his shirt up. “It’s clear you’re in heat.”

Baldur’s eyes which had been twisted shut quickly snapped open.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He wanted to sound more offended, but with all the hands touching him he was feeling so hot he was almost dizzy.

“Heat. You know.” Aela laughed. “Don’t play dumb on that, you know how animals do it.”

“Why the fuck would I be in heat?” He hissed, clarifying his question. When his wool tunic was pulled all the way up to his neck and the archer’s calloused fingers rolled around his nipples though, he couldn’t help but moan and twitch his leg. “Mm~!”

“It’s your wolf blood.” By now she had moved almost completely behind him, speaking low in his ear. Her breasts pressed against his bare back, her leather armor not leaving much to the imagination. “It usually only affects those of high rank in their pacts—they’ll go into heat or a rut, trying to mate with other members.” Baldur covered his mouth as what she was saying checked out. “We can smell it all over you, how aroused you are.” She gave a pinch to one of his nipples and he cried out, head falling back onto her shoulder. 

“Practically begging for someone to come fuck you.” Vilkas’ hand was at his crotch now, rubbing slowly through the fabric that Baldur was already soaking. “Look at you… If we waited too long you’d probably go mad.”

“Fuck…” Baldur mumbled as his hips began to squirm. This was getting too much for him—tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes as he felt like he was going to catch on fire from pure desire. 

Farkas stepped closer, resting a large hand on his other thigh. “Don’t worry,” He said, voice gruff and eyes glowing in the dark like the others’. “We’ll take good care of you.”

Somehow that statement made Baldur feel even hotter. 

Vilkas began wrestling his pants off next before his shirt was completely removed by Aela, Baldur only able to protest with small, weak gasps. This was moving too fast for his logical, nord side and way too fucking slow for his wolf side. Both were at odds as Baldur wanted to cover himself up and run off in confusion and panic, but his wolf half just wanted to spread his legs and beg to get fucked. Instead he did neither, mostly just allowing himself to be manhandled as he was stunned, unable to come to a decision. 

He was laid out on the large table, legs dangling off. Surrounded like this, he felt kind of like a human sacrifice. But still, the scent of his packmates and the ever present drumming of their hearts only excited him. In fact he could make out faint scents mixed in with their normal ones—very musky, heavy scents that made his breathing accelerate.

“Look at how wet you are.” Vilkas admired from between his thighs, holding them open. “You’re dripping all over the table.” Baldur covered his eyes with an arm, groaning.

“Don’t say things like that!”

“Oh? Even if it’s true?” He slid two fingers up and down his folds, listening to the breathy gasps and whines Baldur gave in return. “It’s obvious how much you want to be bred.”

Baldur’s whole body jolted at the statement, his wolf blood singing in delight. But Baldur however was mortified by the statement.

“I-I do not!” He wasn’t a woman, so how the fuck was he getting bred?! Was it like this just because he didn’t have a dick?! Still, Vilkas only continued to smirk down at him, spreading him open to continue admiring him. 

“That’s not what your body is saying…” Vilkas slid a finger inside him to start, nice and slow. Baldur moaned deeply at the action—he didn’t think someone else would go this gently or that it could feel so good. Was it the wolf blood in him, or just the fact Vilkas wasn’t being an asshole and trying to rush it? “Do you think it’s easy for us? Watching you walk around like that?” Baldur had no response, only an incoherent moan. “All of Jorrvaskr smells like you now. If we waited too long I’m sure stray wolves would sneak into the city to come fuck you.”

“That’s—“ Baldur writhed on the table as another finger went in. The mental image of other werewolves sneaking into the city, clamoring around him, commenting on his scent was… Weirdly arousing, even though his wolf blood knew he’d only accept actual touching like this from his packmates.

“I’m sure every werewolf for miles can smell you, like a bitch in heat.” Baldur moaned deeply at that tightening around the fingers.

“I-I’m not a—“ He whined, “I’m not a bitch in heat~!” Still, the comment only made him feel hotter, even if he tried to deny it.

Vilkas actually growled low in his throat, a sound that somehow turned Baldur on more. 

“How are you going to say that when you’re like this?” Vilkas asked, fingers moving faster. “Getting so hot and bothered over a little touching earlier—“ Baldur shivered as he realized what Vilkas was referencing, “Running off to touch yourself, driving all of us crazy with your scent that screams ‘come fuck me’!”

Baldur had no defense to that. He really did get that aroused from a few brushes of Vilkas’ hand. If it was any more than that he wouldn’t have been surprised if he started leaking in the fucking hall, or dragged Vilkas away to fuck him immediately.

“Relax Vilkas, he’s clearly all new to this.” Aela chided him, swatting his hand away. As soon as Aela’s hand replaced the other werewolf’s, she rubbed slow circles around his clit until his leg was trembling. “It’s his first heat, he probably has no idea how strong he smells or how desperate he looks.” Baldur bit his lip as she slowly increased speed, now rubbing back and forth as she found a pattern he liked. “He just wants to be a good little pup for us, doesn’t he?”

Hearing that made his breath quicken even more, pupils dilating and eyes glowing brightly. Seeing his reaction, she smiled down at him, maneuvering so he was once again slumped against her, giving her easier access to his ear. “Isn’t that right, Baldur?” She moved faster, before giving his ear a lick, resulting in him crying out in pleasure. “You just wanna be a good little pup for your pact, right?” 

“Yessss~!” He hissed, thighs opened wide.

“You wanna get bred, don’t you?” She asked, once again resulting in his wolf blood singing with delight, drumming through him as fast as it did when he was hunting.

“Yes, yes~!” Baldur moaned deeply as he could feel an orgasm approaching. “I do, I—“ His tongue was loose now with pleasure, letting his wolf blood gain control of it as he panted, moaned, and howled with delight. “Please, breed me, breed me, fuck—!!” Saying that made him cum. Hard. So hard he saw stars in his vision as his back arched with a loud cry of pure lust, before he slumped back down onto Aela’s chest, panting heavily.

When he opened his eyes back up, he saw Vilkas and Farkas staring at him with glowing eyes, already mostly undressed.

“My turn.” Farkas said gruffly as he finished first. Baldur shuddered, wondering what was coming next. Was it going to be Farkas fucking him? Somehow he didn’t feel ready for that, not yet—despite how wet he was Farkas was the bigger and stronger twin and because of that risked hurting him the most.

But instead, the larger werewolf kneeled down between his thighs, looked at him for a few moments, and then went down to his cunt.

Licking him.

Baldur yelped in surprise, nearly clamping his legs shut if not for the larger werewolf holding them open. No one had ever fucking gone down on him!! He was aware you could do that to a dick, given he had been forced to a few times, but he didn’t think you could on him!

Next he moaned loudly as Farkas’ tongue began swiping firmly against his clit, back and forth, the hot, wet heat adding to the feeling.

“Oh fuck~!”

“Is this your first time being eaten out?” Aela asked, now trailing her hands both on his stomach and chest. Baldur nodded, a bit embarrassed. “Don’t worry, Farkas is very good at it.” She pinched a nipple, making him whine again. “He’ll take good care of you, little pup.”

“Mmm~!”

“You like that nickname a lot, don’t you?” Aela whispered low in his ear, nibbling on it. “Even as Harbinger of the Companions you like being our little pup, don’t you?”

“S-stop it~” He whined, embarrassed.

“You do like it, don’t you?” She continued teasing. “You just want to be a good little pup and get held down and bred, right?” Her other hand was trailing along his lower stomach as she said that, making his desire burn all the more hot.

“Ah~!” The pleasure was making him delirious. The mental image of being held down and bred was making it hard to think about anything else. Would they take turns with him? Fuck him until he couldn’t move? Fill him up with their seed? His body trembled at every thought, the pleasure climbing. 

His second orgasm came crashing over him again, his thighs trembling. How many times was he going to cum today? He normally barely got one or two, but he already had several masturbating and he knew the other wolves were just warming up.

“So,” Aela looked at the twins. “Did you decide which one of you will be fucking him first? Or did you not come to a decision?”

Farkas had pulled up, frowning, while Vilkas had long since finished undressing.

“I’m going first.” Vilkas said. “Farkas might get a bit too excited, and like you said, it is his first heat.” Vilkas took his place between Baldur’s thighs, stroking a leg.

Part of Baldur was nervous. He’d never been penetrated before without it hurting—hell, most of the time he was left bleeding or raw from the lack of care and warming up. Sure he was slick as hell, dripping all over the table as Vilkas said, but what if it still fucking hurt? 

His wolf half though? Well…

To start, Vilkas pushed his thighs up slowly, whistling as he saw just how flexible the Harbinger was. Then, after finding a comfortable position, he laid his cock out against him, almost burning hot against his cunt and stomach.

It was then, seeing it pressed against him and imagining it inside him, all the hunger from earlier of wanting something buried in him came washing over him in tsunami-like waves, and his worries promptly turned off completely. The musky scent from Vilkas was only turning him on even more, his wolf brain completely in control.

“Such a good pup.” Vilkas praised with a smirk, moving to line up. “Is this the cock you were fantasizing about earlier?”

“A-ah…” Baldur whined softly, feeling the head pressed against him. Just a little more, he wanted it in him already. “Please~”

[valentinehorrors]

You're mine, All mine

(TW, some description of g0re, Mikey POV) (Title from the song Rule #34 by Fish in a birdcage, highly recommend a listen, very Unmasked Mikey coded)

If one asked Mikey what he thought of the woods before, he would've said he was indifferent. Truly, he had no true emotion towards one end nor the other.

Thing was, he never had to think about how to feed before. He would never show it, not that he could, but he was a tad bit stressed. It didn't help that a certain demon decided to chime in much more than usual, thankfully he was practiced in the art of tuning her out so it never interrupted his mask.

The mutant knew why she was being much more annoying, she thought she was going to "win." That this would be the moment when he would break his carefully crafted composed mask. That he would hit a brand new low he was not prepared for.

She jinxed her victory.

Mikey was initially worried, thinking that he would have to cross his fingers, see how well deer or bear faired in comparison to human, and then figure things out from there. He was so in his head calculating, coming up with contingency after contingency, he failed to notice a certain dog following him until they were deep in the woods.

Mikey felt a certain kind of way about the confidence that Casey had gained around him. He could still smell traces of fear, it never left, intoxicating and sweet, he could even taste it when they kissed. Despite it, Casey loved to poke, prod, and shove.

Not push, shove.

If he truly detested it, he knew how to get Casey to stop, after all he had been able to thoroughly drill into the human's skull that his mask was not to be messed with. The simple truth was, he didn't really mind. Having someone to push back against, to argue, it was a new feeling but not an unwelcome one.

Although, he did not expect what Casey had offered to do for him. It was dangerous, unlike the mutant, Casey could be investigated, if he was caught or spotted he could be blamed for all the "disappearances." On top of that, Casey being nearby while Mikey was hungry was beyond playing with fire, more like dancing on a small rock in the middle of a magma lake. Casey's smell was divine, and biting his own tongue didn't work anymore when it came to stifling his cravings. Truthfully, he had to stop when he realized he had nearly bitten it off. He didn't want to repeat the humiliation of reaching out to Annabeth and asking her to heal it. She was annoying enough as is.

Oh and he was no fool, usually he'd punish Casey in some way for lying to him. But he'd let this slide, especially considering that he knew the psychological repercussions this would have on the human.

That alone was almost as delectable as the food oh so graciously provided by his precious pup.

Mikey never thought that he'd find himself thinking this, but he truly loves this little pet of his. Love. Such an accurately strong word to describe such an intense emotion.

He elected to ignore the childish giggling of the demon resting in his head.

"I'm older than your oldest mortal."

The mutant took a deep breath, focusing on his current surroundings. The cool night wind, brushing his scales as it danced past, he could feel as it dried the water still clinging to him, the very same water used to wash away his sins... Well, he and Casey's sins. Mikey couldn't resist the smile that crawled onto his face, pulling his lips over his sleeping predator's teeth. Said human was asleep below at the bottom of the tree that he was currently sat atop of.

He could hear the soft beating of his favorite toy's heart, the soft sound of blood flowing through his lithe body. Mikey couldn't help himself, the human was just so easy to break. How could he not fantasize? He found himself biting his lip as he salivated, picturing that beating heart quickening, that pale skin being torn into, blood pooling at his claws and beckoning him to indulge. The tears that would fall from Casey's eyes from the pain, but he wouldn't frown, he'd smile. As blood would color those pretty lips, more gorgeous than any lipstick one could ever buy.

A priceless sight.

Mikey sighed once again, freeing himself from the blissful fantasy. He didn't even need to bite his tongue, perfectly in control. Once again, he elects to ignore her laughing.

The mutant looked up at the sky, seeing the gorgeous glow of the full moon, the soft twinkling stars, much brighter than anything he would've ever seen in the city...

Maybe it's not so bad. Besides, if Casey continues to help him the way he is, while being careful, then his time in the woods won't be so bad after all.

Unfortunately, according to said glowing celestial body above, it was time to go. He slowly lowered down to the floor, careful as to not wake his sleeping pup. With the help of some shadows, he lifted up Casey with an equal amount of carefulness. He held his human close, shadows circling and cradling him, the sight of his nearly broken pup cuddling closer to his cold self almost made him feel something in his vacant chest...

Who was he kidding. He did feel something about Casey. And it was intense, violent, and assaulted his senses. if he didn't have impeccable control, he would be in trouble, he would've even been worried.

How fortunate, that if there's something that Michelangelo is good at, it's adapting.

He couldn't wait to corrupt this plaything of his even further, to push him past the line of no turning back.

[fredrickfredbear-mrfnaf]

One Foot in the Grave

You are the one and only human janitor at the Mega PizzaPlex. Those bots can clean the floors good, but they can't reach every corner or every shelf. Not to mention how some parents have started to complain that the mostly faceless bots scare their children.

It's not like this place pays well or the work is any fun but who are you to turn down a job when you really need the money? Not too much is expected of you, and you really don't have any other co-workers so this job seems like it would be easy enough. One thing that you know will bother you are those damn robots. Giant nearly 8ft glamrock robots isn't company you really wish to have.

Glamrock Freddy/ Reader, Montgonery Gator/Reader, Disabled reader.

Work count: 1,584

Warning: None

There was a rhythm to your work, a sense of timing and flow that you have gotten down very well. A secret beat to the day that you follow vigorously. It works perfectly for you, and you aren't keen on breaking it or having others try to interrupt you as you go about your day. Even now as you head to the newest mess you move with stiff purpose and strong determination to just get it done. Keeping to the walls as you walk by the loud busy crowd of excited, screaming children with their parents. Atop your head you wore chunky black headphone, listening to whatever music that you liked and drowned out the sounds around you. You wheeled your cart of cleaning supplies with one arm, your other busy with a forearm crutch to keep you up right. It was a learning curve to use the one as this job was rather demanding and your bosses aren't exactly the most caring of people.

But you make do.

You headed to one of the few private party rooms. Only getting a quick rundown of the mess as you popped open the door, using your cart to keep it open before you pushed out the cleaning bots that were in there. Sure, they got the floor clean but as you looked around the room you saw that they missed the chairs and a good bit table. Ruined strawberry cake, cupcakes and vanilla ice-cream scattered almost to the ceiling. When kids get upset there is no place that won't be hit by their mess.

With a deep breath you turned up your music and got to work.

What annoyed you the most was how the bots had folded the still messy chairs. So, you had to wrestle those chairs back open and then clean them and get all the food gunk out of their joints and crevasses. Whatever this cake was made out of it took some real elbow grease to get it out. Hell, there was so much of it that you had to pause to get more clean water to use. Your handy-dandy spray bottle almost ran out! All you could do was mumble as you dumped the dirty water and refilled. Not at all paying attention to the world around you.

After this mess is your break time and you had packed yourself a pretty good lunch and you don't plan on missing that. Not only will you be hungry, but it will throw off your rhythm. So, keep your head down and keep working and everything will be done in time.

Should you count yourself lucky that cleaning those chairs allowed you to sit? Probably not. Those chairs were hard and after a few minutes they made your butt hurt. But at least they were clean; Now folded and put away as you turned your focus to the table. With large rubber gloves and a trash bag you started to throw away the larger chunks of food. Getting into the beat of the motions and music. Almost lost in the action before a large orange hand gently tapped your shoulder. Almost shyly getting your attention. You stopped your efforts to clean, sighing as you pulled your headphone down. About to ask what they wanted as you looked up.

And up,

And up.

Meeting the towering figure of the one and only Freddy Fazbear had you jump back, almost scrambling to get away. Your legs nearly giving out from under you as you just about pressed yourself against the wall as you watched the bear take a surprised step back. A look of soft guilt on his robotic features. He was almost lowering himself to match your height as you two just stared at each other. His ears tilted downward. With how fast you moved there was now a whole table between the two of you, yet he still took a few steps back, the mere act causing loud thumbs of his metal feet. Each movement he seemed to flinch at, like he was afraid to scare you again. That had the smallest part of you feel guilty about how suddenly you were frightened but you can't help it as you stare at the bear wide eyed as he offers you a lopsided but kind smile. "The family wanted to know if there was anything to save." He started, his voice was kind and soft even with that gravel it seemed to have. He spoke like a kind father, but it did nothing to soothe you.

You shook your head no, there was nothing to save. Not waiting him to finish his sentence. "I-I know. But the parents were rather insistent." You've seen how pushy some parents can be. You know how Freddy, even Chica gave in to their demands in an effort to keep the peace.

You've seen Roxy get into a verbal fight with a pair of mothers, you know the daytime attendant stands their ground no matter what, and you've heard rumors about Monty. Nothing that you want to conform.

No parent talks to you.

You're just part of the cleaning crew.

The crew that was just you.

Freddy sighed but gave an apology, "I did not mean to frighten you." He sounded sincere as he stood up straight. Giving a small wave as he stepped out of the room. Carefully to move around your cart. For a big huck of metal he knew how to move carefully. It was scary. Once he was a few steps out you saw how a few children flocked to him. One even jumped into his arms. His movements of catching and lifting the child were effortless and smooth as he beamed brightly and joyfully greeted each child by name. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, sliding down the wall as your legs shook. They shook too much to hold you up for much longer.

Guess you'll just have to have your lunch here. You laid your crutch next to you. Sure, you don't have your lunch with you, but it wasn't a problem. Using your Fazwatch (something that all employees carried) you sent a mini message out to a friend to bring you your lunch.

Only needing to wait a few short minutes before you heard that telltale sound of their little beeps. You know those robotic floor signs? Well, a while ago you found one that was sent to be replaced and repurposed. You kind...of...stole them and fixed them up at home. They little things are too cute to be destroyed! You just had to fix them!

The little floor sign rolled over to you, a lunch pail on their head as they found you sitting on the floor. Spotting you the little thing spun around in what you hoped was joy as you took your lunch. With a pat you thanked them and just got to eating. You don't want to say that Freddy ruined your rhythm of the day. He didn't really do anything wrong. So long as this lunch goes without another interruption everything will still go smoothly for you and that was all you need right now. So, there you stayed for a few minutes. Chunky headphones back on as you kept an eye on the time as your little floor sign stood at the door. When anyone got to close you could hear it beep loudly, almost like the bark of a little dog as it kept people away from your work area.

If you weren't mistaken, you could have sworn you even heard them chase someone away. I swear, they were like that before you fixed them up!

You leaned back against the wall, tossing your trash away. Sighing as you looked around the still messy room. Guess you'll just have you double down and work double time! This room needs to be cleaned before the next scheduled party! So, with a breath you pulled yourself up and with a new playlist you just right to work. It took some great struggle to the splatters on the ceiling, but you managed! Pulling out a clean table cover and decorations from your cart you set the room up as if it was as good as new. A few sprits of air freshener and Boom! All clean!

A wore out smile as you pulled your cart out of the doorway and let the door close. Your little bot rolling circles around you as you headed to one of your closets to bump the dirty and used supplies to grab some new ones. Walking but the rooms of the Animatronics.

Allowing yourself only moments to glance into them.

You see Chica dancing with the children she was with, some of them play dress up and eating so much pizza. It was like a large slumber party in there.

Roxy had a loud movie playing as she playfully chasing some kids around as others jumped on the couch and had their hair braided or made to look similar to her hair.

Monty was closed again and even with your headphone you could hear the wreck he was making the room.

Freddy's room was the post packed. It was impossible to figure out what was going on but seemed to be manageable. But you didn't stick around to try and see what was going on.

You just headed right for your closest and swapped things out.

Turning your music up on your journey.